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To say that Sasami was conflicted at the moment would be an understatement.

By Sasami's own nature, she was a helper - she always tried to help out everywhere she went, no matter what. From cleaning house to saving time itself, she was there, giving a helping hand. Thus, when she was woken to face the Ohm, she found it her calling to do what she could to help.

Instead, she was told to stay back, that, because she was a child, she shouldn't meddle in the affairs of adults and just be a kid.

So, she tried being a kid. Tried being the keyword here; the second she opted to do that, Hit Girl appeared and more or less told her that she should be out there fighting with the rest.

And thus, her conflict. To turn her back on those who could use her help would be turning her back on who she is and what she's done, yet to turn her back on what's left of her childhood would mean losing out on what was left of it.

Hiding in the Media Library, watching a random anime (which oddly featured a version of her in an outfit too skimpy for a kid), she let out a sigh.

"...I wish I could be like you." Sasami mused, watching the show. "You knew what to do with your life. You wanted to help others. And yet, I can't do that here. Now without making someone angry or protective." She let out a sigh as she sat back and continued watching

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"Do you always talk to yourself?" Sherry asked as she stuck her head out of her own media pod. She had decided to watch something fairly mindless to help her do her homework, and though she usually didn't like having noise, it was better than Boon jumping all over her and trying to eat her omnicom.

And in walked the devil, or at least, the equivalent of such, dripping a little blood on the floor. Hit Girl was beginning to see there might be some merit in getting injuries checked on: certainly fighting a dragon warranted a little bit of assistance. She figured at this point that she really should watch what she did when it came to her body.

"Oi, a little help?" She called, and saw Sasami. "Hey, princess. Know how to bandage a wound?"

Sasami blinked, snapping out of her thoughts when she heard Sherry call out to her. Sticking her own head out, she grinned sheepishly.

"I-I'm sorry... I was just thinking. I guess I didn't realize there were others here!" Sasami said.

Sasami blinked, hearing Hit Girl call out to her. She kinda didn't want to turn and face her, but doing so, she gasped out, pausing her show to run to the girl.

"Wh-what happened?! What did you do?!" she cried out

"Even if you think you're alone, you shouldn't talk to yourself. That just makes people think you're crazy, you know." Sherry raised her eyebrows at the other little girl and sighed. "Don't you think we have enough crazy people on the ship already?"

It was like they were giving her reasons to dislike the rest of the crew right off the bat now.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Hit Girl said, bothered by the noise. "I fought a dragon in the sensoriums, okay? I told the Overlord I wanted the hardcore and I got it. No need to feel sorry for my dumb ass: the water girl saved me from getting a royal ass kicking. Won though: that was good."

"So...uh, do you have any kind of bandaging? I'm kinda hurting now."

Sasami huffed, crossing her arms at Sherry.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to do so!" Sasami said before turning her eyes to look away. "...not like I have anyone else to talk to..."

It took everything in Sherry to not want to roll her eyes at the other girl's dramatics. Instead, she hit the enter key a few times and frowned at the screen of her media pod.

"I'm here right now, aren't I? You can talk to me." She turned back to her omnicom and started typing quickly.

Sasami got a good look at the wound before wincing at Hit Girl. "Th-that's a bad wound! You need a doctor than just a bandage...!" she said.

She looked around, trying to figure out what to use before sighing and reaching for the obi of her kimono, wrapping it around the girl tightly. "You need to get to a doctor... I-I can get you there..."

Sasami... was less than impressed by Sherry's reaction. It seemed like she was almost like Washu - impossible to talk to unless it was something she was interested in. What made her so haughty anyway?

"Why bother? Sounds like you'd ignore me." Sasami said, crossing her arms and looking away.

"I don't want a doctor," Hit girl interrupted. "They ask too many damn questions and might want me to take the mask off. Can't do any of that, okay? rather you just try to get it taken care of. You look like the type that might know how, that's all."

She appreciated the using of her own clothes, but wasn't good at showing such gratitude. It was...weird.

"Hey, I meant to ask, princess," she said. "What's your problem with me anyway? You acted like I was the plague when we first met."

"Couldn't you go without the mask? I'm sure they wouldn't know. You can just tell them something went wrong and you couldn't do anything about it." Sasami said.

She let out a sigh as she heard her question.

"I'm not used to other kids being so... snappy." she said. "The friends I have here were generally kind to me, so... it kinda threw me off. That and... I've been conflicted with what I should do."

"Not an option," Hit girl replied, grunting a little at the pain. "If people don't like Hit girl, I'd rather it stay that way. She and who I am are different people, and it has to stay that way, even if weird shit happens here all the time."

She shrugged. "New Yorker, comes with the territory. You have to be hard, you can't trust anyone and you have to expect a backstabbing even in a place where it seems like everyone else is just as badly off. But hey...what are you so bothered about?"

"I understand..." Sasami said, nodding. Part of her was curious about who was under the mask, though... Putting that behind her, she moved to sit her in her chair, stopping the anime completely.

"Well... I just don't know what to do here. I want to help everyone, but they want me to be a kid, yet when I try to be a kid..." she said, trailing off to look Hit Girl in the eye.

"Just because I'm not looking at you doesn't mean I'm not listening," Sherry replied. "You're worried because you don't know what to do because you're our age? Well, it happens. It isn't a big deal, you just find a way to make yourself useful." She paused in her typing and looked at Sasami. "And if "being useful" means "staying out of the way", then you do that. That's what I do."

She started typing again. "I'm about as normal as you can get, and I know that I don't have anything that makes me stand out one way or another, so I take the classes my mother gives, and the classes the other adults give, and I learn. Maybe when I'm a little older, I'll be more useful. Because none of the adults are going to live forever, and one day, we'll have to step up anyway. So why are you rushing towards something that will happen when it happens?"

"Because I wanna be ready." Sasami said, looking back at Sherry. "I'm... not normal. I've never been normal. I'm an alien. I'm a princess. I don't know if my sister or my friends are here and... and I can't sit back and let others do something that I could be able to do!"

She let out a sigh. "You may think that sitting back and studying is what you should do, but... I've been through too much to sit back. At the same time? I wish I could do that..."

"My parents regularly try to kill themselves on this ship, fighting one stupid thing or another. I'm not "sitting back", I'm working to make sure they don't have to worry about me in the event they die." It was said so coolly and robotically, that Sherry wondered exactly how much her other parents had messed her up. Well, that was in the past.

"If you're not normal, then what do you do? What can you do? You're supposed to be the Child Liaison to Mr. Petrelli, aren't you? If you're and alien and a princess or a vacuum, I don't really care. If you can help, show Mr. Petrelli. Don't sit here and whine to a screen about feeling useless or childish. It doesn't do anything but make you sound crazy and depressed."

Sasami listened to what Sherry had to say, admittedly, she was right. She shouldn't be so worried about what she can or cannot do.

However, hearing how Sherry had mentioned why she was doing what she was doing worried the blue-haired girl. It sounded like she would be one of those who'd just live life so... empty. She decided to resolve that.

Hopping from her chair, she approached Sherry's booth, a small smile on her face. "Thank you... but, I think you need something, too... a little fun!" She went for her omnicomm, giggling. "All work and no play...!"

"I don't feel comfortable doing that yet," Hit girl admitted. "They want that little girl behind the mask, so they can make her some victim, someone they can gather up. This wound, all of this...its me, you know? I want them to see what I am. No little girl stuff, no safeguard."

She listened. "They want you to be princess. It's easier to have a kid to take care of than one that is going to be fighting and wanting a voice. Come on. I know that too. But be careful: they can stop you there too."

She paused. "What do you really think, princess?"

"I've heard that term before, and I disagree with it." She gave Sasami a Look that clearly read, Get your paws away from my homework or I will kick you.

It looked a lot like this: :|

She closed the device and held it away from Sasami. "Don't even think about it."

"I know that feeling." Sasami said. "The Council... I tried joining it. Despite my best efforts, I lost. I think I was last or close to it. But, right now, I'm working with Mr. Petrelli. I... think I told you that, but still..."

She looked away a bit before stepping back. "Here... I'll go and get you some bandages to help that a bit better, okay?" With that, she turned to go get something to tend to Hit Girl, returning a few moments later.

Sasami returned that look that read, You work too much. You need to get out more.

It looked something like this: ^_^

"Don't think I can't climb!" Sasami said, laughing as she tried to get the omnicomm.

She knew that look. That was the look her mother gave her father before dragging him away from his desk. One her mother, she liked that look. On Sasami, it irritated her.

Why was that?

Sherry put her other hand up to keep Sasami away and grumbled, "I need to finish my work, shoo! Go!"

Sasami pouted at Sherry's treatment.

"I'm not a dog!" Sasami said. "And you can't always be stuck in your homework!" With that, she attempted to try to get it again.

Sherry held her omnicom to her chest and ducked under Sasami's arms. "You're "It", no tagbacks," she announced and took off down the hall and out of the Media Library. She was quick on her feet; all that time running with Kelly was paying off.

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