She bit her lip when she stabbed him. She had seen those emotions. Seen them go across his face. Seen them in his eyes before they closed. Soon her sword was out of him and she dropped the sword. It was piping hot. She looked at him. "If you aren't a demon than you are a fucking immortal because you should be dead dumbass." She said. Pursing her lips. She didn't like the strange remorse she had felt about stabbing him. "You are a very undemonlike demon but only a demon could live through all that you have been through." The bullet apparently had fallen to the ground when her sword stabbed him. She watched all thos firey things happen and shook her head. He was a very puzzling demon. Yet what puzzled her more  was the strong reluctance she had to go all the way. She should have banished him when she had him pinned to the tree. So why hadn't she? Why hadn't she done it in that time she had? She picked up the sword. "My mission was to hunt him." SHe said softly. Avenge her sensei's death? That was not the way of the monk. Why? What prevented her from sending him away? She bit her lip as he passed out on the ground. "Then you will do those words...if I don't kill you then I must make you an ally." She said softly. She put the swords away and picked Arma up. Throwing him over her shoulder. "Why couldn't I just finish you? Why couldn't I send you away?" She muttered under her breath. "What possibly possessed me to stay my hand?" She got him back and laid him on his bed. Sitting in the chair in the room. Her lips pursed as she studied him. What should she do? If she didn't kill him and for some reason couldn't finish it...what should she do?