Hikari felt her stomach tighten as they'd reach their destination; Ben's bedchambers. She let out the quietest calming breath she could manage before stepping inside. She looked around nervously, unsure of what making herself at home meant. For Hikari, it pretty much meant standing awkwardly in the center of the room. She felt stiff as a board in her own opinion. It was her first time in a man's room alone with him, for any reason. Also the fact that he was a complete stranger didn't aid her in 'feeling at home'. The bitter truth was she didn't have a home to return to. The immaculate girl folding her arms over her chest, this time a gesture of self-comfort. Will he just attack me..? Will it hurt..? Of course it would.. She remembered her father's...her brother's screams. The memory brought a sense of terror coursing through her entire body. She would have already been shaking if she didn't have so much pride. Look on the b-bright side.. h-he can't kill you.. but that means you're stuck here for the rest of your life.. that could be worse than a quick death.. Her optimism was failing her at the moment. For once she didn't see a silver lining.
She was torn from her cogitation as Benjamin commenced his next explanation. For a vampire, he seemed to make everything so.. punctilious. Why was he even putting her interest in mind? Does my compliance effect my taste somehow? She shivered at her thoughts, repulsed with herself for even thinking of using taste and herself in the same sentence. Her blue eyes finally shifted to Ben, nodding slowly, "I've witnessed it." she replied simply. She accidentally scoffed, mentally scolding herself. Once she had herself under control, she finally replied, "I'll never be ready." She replied honestly, "I'll never be okay with this, but what other options do I have?" She asked hypothetically. Then she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath again, refusing to let her anger best her twice in one day, "If it has to be done, can we simply just get on with it? Extending the inevitable isn't going to comfort me." She explained, her voice took a sudden change as she continued however. It grew, softer, far less as bold as before, "Does... it have to be from somewhere weird..? Does the wrist work..?" She asked, turning her gaze away with a dark blush painted across her features. She was waiting for him to taunt her for her righteousness. She was used to it. Who'd of guessed that a girl who broke all the rules of being "lady-like" to be a follower of God? Virtuous? Although she detested dresses and sewing, that she was a devout Christian?