“It’s interesting to hear your phrasing first-hand. ‘My’ slayer.” Claymore’s thumbs rubbed together and he fixed on her an inquisitive look. Seconds ticked by. A bird fluttered outside of the window pane, but he didn’t break his scrutiny of her. “I heard that you felt a particular attachment to the slayer. There is a reason that multiple watchers are tasked with the training of each of our assets, Julianna. We do it to avoid just this sort of attachment.” He jabbed at his knee, as if her false step was on display in his lap. “This misplaced sense of responsibility over her fate. It seems you were allowed too much time with her. It is a misstep we will avoid in the future.”