It was too easy to disarm the pink haired girl, Mary's assassin training giving her a deft touch that the phantom failed to out maneuver. Behind her, Anthy began to stand and kept her gaze locked on the male phantom. They regarded each other with an odd intensity as the younger girl began to move, keeping out of the range of his sword with delicate steps.

"I don't know where to start." came the final admission, making the girl-phantom's eyes snap to Anthy.

"She gave everything so I could leave this place. I want to make amends but I don't know how."