Ava was frightened for a moment-- she knows, even if Trowa just guesses, how very fragile this arrangement is.

That's what kept her alive all this time: knowing how quickly it could end.


She steps back, then back more, but doesn't run yet; meanwhile, the hellhound growls and snaps its jaws but it doesn't lunge.

Yet.

It won't listen to you.

It only listens to me.