Mika felt Charlotte's arms loosen as she pulled back from the hug, a thoughtful frown settling on her features. She stared down for a second, clearly chewing on something in her mind, then slowly looked up at him, eyes narrowed with a strange seriousness.
"At first..." She said. "I thought Mama was being too harsh. Like...too cruel. I mean, who just pushes a kid off a sword and lets him fall like that?" She paused dramatically, and Mika gave her a look like he knew where this was going. "But now that I think about it…"
She slowly pointed a finger right at his chest, expression grave. "The real one at fault wasn't her."
Mika blinked. "Huh?"
She jabbed his chest with her finger. "It was you."
He stared at her, his mouth parting slightly in disbelief before saying in disbelief,
"How in the world is this my fault?! I was thrown off a sword against my will! If anyone needs jail time, it's her!"
