It was supposed to be a fun day after school, really. Eclaire was planning to spend the afternoon checking out that new cafe place with a couple of her friends, and then, afterwards, going out for some window-shopping. And before that, she was planning on having a nice time strolling around in one of Utopia's many parks, perhaps buying a Popsicle to accompany her while she wandered through the tree-lined trails.

Instead, though, she had found herself flattened onto the ground by a round of explosives, before somehow being swept up amongst a group of other civilians and tourists by armed gunmen. Armed, non-Connector gunmen who had a grudge against Connectors. Because of the unfair advantage granted by their Spirit Connection, was it? Even though businesses run by Connectors still paid taxes. And taxes still required math. Things that normal people could learn. She wondered if there were third-world citizens who attacked first world citizens with knives and tigers because the first-world had robots to do their work for them. What Eclaire felt was not anger, but a certain degree of pity for those terrorists. They must have suffered through a lot, for their perception of the world's inequities to become warped by this much. Were countries in the past, before the Connectors revealed themselves to the world, jealous of each other's prosperity, to the extent of attacking them? No. In the past, it was about the ideals and beliefs of separate religions that caused strife.

Now, with the proof that all religions were 'correct', it seemed that terrorists degraded into tragic people who disliked peace and prosperity, disliked the fact that the Connectors wished to keep themselves isolated from the rest of the world.

As she cared for an injured man, rendered unconscious by the explosions that they used to disorientate the Connectors, the girl watched as members of the Tsurara Police Force made themselves known. Another pity, for an organization that was meant to exhibit high morals to be amusing themselves with such base comments. They made lightly of 'rape', didn't they? They chose to put civilians at risk in order to draw out the enemy group, didn't they? They were confident, weren't they?

Lost lambs and straying shepherds, milling about the fields of Utopia.

In a world where religion had been proven 'true' by the existence of Spirits, there were still atheists, hedonists, and psychotics who thought themselves exempt from the judgement of beings that existed on a higher plane than themselves.

Eclaire brought her hands together in prayer, enclosing them over the cross she wore around her neck, and said a single sentence.

[b]“May the Light of the Lord show you a proper path, lambs trespassing this sanctuary of peace.”[/b]

She hoped that the policewomen, despite their questionable attire, would settle this quickly and painlessly. The child did not want any lives lost that day, if she could help it.

Because if there were lives lost, there would be divine retribution.