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[center][h1][color=gold][b]Jack the Ripper[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The young Assassin blinked for a moment as she took in Charles' reactions to her and such, before a small, seemingly innocent, happy, and somewhat slightly eerie smile appeared on her face after he finished speaking to her. She had a daddy now! It would be something interesting to have, for sure, because she had only ever wanted a mommy to go back to before. Maybe her daddy and her could get the Grail, and then she could use it to go back to her mommy! Maybe she could bring her daddy along with her as well, if she asked the Grail nicely. She had never been able to have something like a "family" before. It has been so cold on the streets of London, the smog and mist hanging in the air and making it hard to breathe or sometimes even see. But she had adjusted to it. Then again, she had never been able to go back to where it had been warm either......that was why she would get the Grail with her daddy. She wanted to go back to where it was warm, that being inside of her mommy, more than anything else. She had to go back to where it was warm...where it felt safe. 

But she couldn't dwell on that all the time. She had to kill the other servants to get her wish, after all! She had to make those other heroes go "bye-bye" so she could take the Grail with her daddy! It would take some hard work to do so, but she was not a stranger to that. She had made lots of people go "bye-bye" before! It wasn't even that hard sometimes, though sometimes they had struggled a bit beforehand. Yet this was besides the current topic. People had also even given her, a nameless child, a name of her own for all of her hard work. She liked that name, though now it seemed her daddy was asking her about that name now since he didn't already know who she was since he didn't use a catalyst and all. It wouldn't hurt to tell him, though, right? After all, he was her [i]daddy[/i]. 

[color=gold]"Our name is Jack, Daddy,"[/color] she said to Charles, addressing him with his newly-found title as she continued to look at him with her smile still fixated in place on her childlike facial expression, [color=gold]"Jack the Ripper. That was the name the people gave us. It means we're really good at killing people, huh?"[/color]

She spoke simply of her identity without even a spark of hesitation on her part. It was as if her true name was a simple fact that she was proud of in the same sort of manner that a young child was proud of some small achievement like being able to build a tower out of toy building blocks, though she knew full well not to tell it to other servant or master. No shame, no regret, no excessive pride, and not even hubris could be found laced within the words the white-haired girl spoke. Nothing like what a normal servant could be expected to have, though it had already been made clear she was a far cry from a "normal" or "traditional" heroic spirit in the first place. Just plain, simple, humble, childlike pride was being expressed in her words, with her sounding in some small part like she was just glad to a certain extent she had been given a name at all in her life.