Chapter 37. Tale of Three Classifications

"Why? Does it bother you?" Prim's eyes glanced at Aamon for a moment.

"I wasn't thinking of killing her," Aamon replied.

Prim chuckled contemptuously. "Jeez, you're getting soft? After sleeping with that tank classification girl?"

Of course, that surprised Aamon again. He halted, as did Prim. All the other Assassins stopped as well, watching the argument between Aamon and Prim.

"This is a different case," Aamon pointed out.

"Still, you ignored the post, just for the sake of that girl." Prim crossed her arms. "We knew she had a unique robot, but it was you who tried to convince us that Red was useful."

"And?"

"Useful to us? Or for your own interests?"

"We lost quite a few brothers and sisters when we first arrived on Ohm, didn't we?" said Aamon. "If it weren't for her, I'm not sure there would be any of us left."

"There are a thousand people to keep. As assassins, we would not have been allowed to perish by Viz," Prim countered.