Well... it's my job to kill witches. [ She can't say no, never, because if that did happen — if there was no other choice — some part of her would make the decision to kill one to save many. (It's easy to pretend that that part doesn't exist, though, when there's no chance of it ever coming out.) ] But that won't happen. I don't know what you've heard, but witches aren't like us. They're totally different, so it's impossible for you to become one.

[ A shrug, and she idly flicks at a strand of Anthy's dark hair. It hurts to see someone worry so much. ]

Besides, haven't you read the stories? Even if something bad happens to someone good, there's always a way to save them.