((Hm, I just thought of an interesing way to tie up the family issues xD Hope ya don't mind bein' related, Ime-chan~))
Ash frowned, backing up slowly. She watched Vivi dial Sakila's number and gave a quick nod, turning and running out of sight before Vivi saw her go.
I 'ave ta find out the truth about this... even if it's gonna mess up my plan, I can't hurt the cause. And if that bastard from earlier made Sakila do this, then what? She thought of Mokou, the strong, sincere woman who'd headed her effort from the beginning... But Sakila... how can I protect 'er now if she's turned? She must 'ave 'ad a reason... just, don't be her.......
Ash slipped the photograph out of her sleeve, unfolding the corner to reveal another child, a girl of maybe five years... Damn... Shoulda told 'er sooner she 'as me on 'er side... But now I dunno... It's pops' fault anyhow. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, she slipped into the chamber in which Greyfield was being momentarily held before his questioning. Since everyone was preoccupied with Mokou's murder, he was alone, bound and imprisoned. He looked every inch a warrior, a leader, a scoundrel... and yet...
"Pitiful." The man looked up, as much hatred in his eyes as compassion had ever been held in them. "What do you want? Sparrow, is it now?" He spat his words contemptibly, and Ash only looked upon him with more pity. "I swear ta you, on mom's grave... if you 'ad anythin' ta do with this mess, an' if cuz's caught up in it, yer gonna wish I'd died with 'er, pops." Now Greyfield smiled, nearly chuckling. "You don't think I wish that every day, Ash?"