Shit. Shit shit shit. Rikku hugged her arms around herself.

"Okay," she said finally. "Do we send him back and beg him to be extra-careful? Or do we give him a gun and tell him to shoot to kill?"

Hojo needed to be dead either way, and it was practically community service, but she really didn't want to pile the trauma on to a kid who couldn't be more than seven or eight.