"We've come to understand each other pretty well by now." It happens, when there's really only one person you can talk to about - well. Anything. Dead mothers, terrible fathers, the life of a hired gun. Half-baked revenge plans and their better-baked alternatives.

They probably wouldn't have chosen to work together (Haru wouldn't have chosen this life at all, if she'd truly had a choice), but she wouldn't choose anything but her partner in crime, at this point.

"Father gambled with my life, and lost. Not that he knows he's lost yet - we haven't had a good opportunity to deal with either of them yet. But he lost all the same."