Seeing the mix of expressions, annoyance and determination, Mercy's face twisted in worry.
Explain clearly.
There were multiple problems with telling a person like her this. First of all, there was somewhat of a reason she had glossed over the details at first, and the biggest reason was the most obvious: the risk of injury or worse, their lives. When convincing a person to help you, straight off telling someone exactly how dangerous it was wouldn't help. So even though every fibre of her being twinged painfully as she had pretty much left out the mention of what kind of dangers they might be dealing with, she had consciously dismissed it... Now, however, she knew she would need to tell him, if he was going to be prepared to be her partner. She could only hope now that he didn't abandon her for her neglect.
"Well... first, you must understand why I'm doing this, why this job is really important to me." She breathed in slowly, and continued, "I grew up in that orphanage, when my dad died and my mother couldn't afford to continue raising me. When I turned 16 without adoption, the orphanage couldn't afford to continue caring for me. If it hadn't been for Marie convincing the owner to hire me, I would've been forced out onto the streets. I'm not saying this expecting pity, I just say this to show how much of a home that place has become..."
She smiled, though her eyes seemed distant as if memories were replaying before her eyes. "You met Marie. She wants to be able to care for all the kids there, even though she knows she can't. The orphanage needs money, desperately. That's why I am becoming a letter bee."
Mercy waved her hand after that, and finally her eyes refocused on Faust with a serious expression, "Letter bees are mailmen, basically, but they often have the difficult task of sending letters through Gaichuu-infected territory--I'm sure you've at least heard of them, the Gaichuu sometimes terrorize the boats that leave the harbour. Letter bees fight using specialized weaponry that destroys them. According to the information I was given in my recruitment letter, I am allowed to bring one partner with-"
The boat shook unnaturally, effectively cutting her off. It went against the rocking rhythm of the sea, easily catching anyone's attention. Soon, a loud ruckus arose from above deck, the sounds of many people yelling and the high pitched clang of metal on metal. Mercy's back straightened, anticipating what kinds of trouble the sailors would be having, and if it would deter their journey.
A couple stomping footsteps stormed down the hall outside their room, and soon a man's dying cry shook her from her silent contemplation. Realization set in. They were being attacked.
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