Adults all like to believe that every child is a good child, but they never care whether the children actually want to be good children or not.
Sure, those adults are full of lies, always talking about how they were this or that back in the day, but how much of their brilliant tales are true? Were they really all good children in their past?
Or might it be that they, like me, merely pretended to be good children?
Anyway, among the people Artie knew, there was no such thing as a truly perfect good child. Those adults who couldn't even keep a pact with a child had their nauseating pretenses exposed under her Pact of the Heart.
She was certain of one thing: human nature is fundamentally evil.
Artie didn't want to be any kind of good child. She'd do whatever she wanted, content in her role as an Evil Breed.
At that moment, the Evil Breed Little Lolita crossed her arms and watched the bad woman across from her with a smile, waiting for her response.
