[It doesn't have to be, but it would sure be nice if it was, she thinks. But she's used to this knife... it's her knife, so this is probably for the best.
She finally reaches into the purse for it, pulling it out by its handle. It's exactly where she thought it'd be.]
Yes. If... I have to.
[...She catches of a glimpse of her own reflection in the knife, startled by how badly shaken she is and how colorless her face appears. She looks away and lowers the knife as she makes eye contact with Pi.]
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She finally reaches into the purse for it, pulling it out by its handle. It's exactly where she thought it'd be.]
Yes. If... I have to.
[...She catches of a glimpse of her own reflection in the knife, startled by how badly shaken she is and how colorless her face appears. She looks away and lowers the knife as she makes eye contact with Pi.]
Do you know where they came from?