Gaara stood in the room watching as his brother lectured thier father about the tradition. The young demon prince hated when his self-rightous brother did things like that. His brother just didn't have as strong of an existence as Gaara, so the brother clung to stupid things like tradition. These thoughts and many like it ran through the demon's head as he finally looked up at the vile humans across from him. He pointed up at one next to the crying and shaking one. She seemed to have a spirit, Gaara would enjoy breaking that spirit then leading up to the kill. He savored the moment. "Her." Gaara says, then looks to his father. "Tradition is for those who don't believe in their existence. Don't see their purpose in life. Let me prove to myself that I'm alive, let me just kill her now." He says