It's a lot of information to take in all at once. Dahlia, that rich council girl holding everyone up in her mansion, is a de— this guy's kid? There's a party coming, and that party's going to go to hell, and she's being handed tools to let someone else kill some powerful monstrous being she barely even wants to think about.

How the fuck is she supposed to get these into this Jean's hands? How is she supposed to just go around with all this in her head? Jesus fuck what has she gotten herself into.

There's quiet for a moment as all of this swirls around her head. Her gaze settles on the items and doesn't leave, until she finally swallows a lump in her throat, breathes, and nods.

"Okay, fine. I'll keep my mouth shut and make sure they get the stuff."