Leaving those words behind, Cyanide prepared to head back for the third time that night, but yet again, the girl named Falcon stopped him, pulling him on the arm.
"Wait. I'm going with you."
"… Even if you ask me anything more, I won't say anything. I don't do things for free."
"That's fine," the girl said firmly. "What you've told me so far is valuable. The instinct in my gut tells me you are an important clue. If I want to uncover my full past… you'll be a great asset. And of course, I won't ask you to tell me things for free. I believe in my capabilities—I am certain I'll be a good weapon for you as well."
"In other words… I use you, and you use me?" Cyanide asked, arching an eyebrow, to which the girl gave a nod.
"Correct."
Cyanide smirked. He'd heard those words somewhere before.
"Good. Sure brings back memories."