Difficult to answer

"Rikka. Who's that?" You ask feigning ignorance with a shrug. Hina takes a step closer, the blade once more being revealed.

"In the store, when you jumped in front of me, you said something about being good to Rikka. I want to know who she is and how you know her!" She snaps at you, hostility filling her tone.

"Ooh that Rikka... Haha..." You rub the back of your head and **** your quivering legs to remain still. There's a fury filling Hina and you dare not provoke her by acting odd- Odder. "Well you see, how to put this. She's like a helpful, interactive design that helps me... With certain things... From time to time." You let out a nervous chuckle at the end. Crap. I can't tell her who she is. I haven't told anyone, besides I don't even know who she really is. Maybe one thing, she's the daughter of Ms. Blackburn or at least created by her.

Hina swings the sword into the couch next to her. "I am not messing Michael! Tell me what you know!" Tears streak her face, her anger overflowing into sadness.

"I'm not lying." You say seriously. She narrows her eyes further. "It's complicated. She's new and it's a weird mess how we met, and just god awful timing with the apocalypse, so I don't know much about her. But what I said about her remains true, plus she saved my life." She drops to her knees, blade resting at her side.

"I just want her back. I am sorry Michael. I am sorry..." She cries into the floor. Cautiously you approach and kneel beside her.

"Who are you talking about?" You ask in a gentle tone. Her head bolts up, her arms grab tightly onto yours as her mouth quivers.

"My- My- My sister..." You pull the back of her head into your chest, cradling her as she wails away. The two of you stay on the floor as Hina weeps uncontrollably for a long while. It feels as though a few hour has passed as a knot of guilt builds in your stomach, even though you know it hasn't. Hina's sister is named Rikka. Is that why she got upset? But why? Her sister died...

"Lets get something to eat. We've been gone all morning and we've been through a lot, might as well take a little refuge in relative safety." You say after around twenty minutes of being on the floor.

"Yes, you are right." You lift her onto the middle of the couch.

"Stay right here, I'll whip us up something in a moment!" Adding a little enthusiasm. Using a selection of her chilled foods, you quickly fry up two double cheese and ham toasties. In a few minutes you're both sat silently, munching away happily.