The end of the world will do that to even the most stubborn souls, and hers is no exception. She never wanted to be the person people expected her to be just because of her father, but it hadn't been until recently that she had started to gain her confidence back. And with it, of course, an actual smidgen of maturity.

"Yeah well... I didn't want it, either. But it was that or let them kill me. At least choosin' to be an exorcist gave me a chance to deal back some blows to my father and his kind, and help people who actually need it. And... I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did without my friends, either."

Warily, but with a touch more joy than had been in her earlier expressions, she smiled at him.

"It's no different here, for you or me."