Such an adult thing. To not trust anyone. "That is for you to choose." Everything was. Damien probably should have said that. "I mean, everything that you choose to believe in, to trust, to hate, to stay away from, to think is bad," Damien said. "It is your own choice to think that way, to hate, to trust and so on." He grinned. "I may be bad, but to prove that I am not . . . "He took a tiny knife out and cut his finger, then carefully, he just lightly pricked Electra's finger and mixed the blood. Then he recited the bindings. "I, Damien Heridia, swear that on my life, I will not harm Electra, this child, in any way, shape or form, and will do everything I can to protect this child from harm." He paused. "If I should break this contract, Let my soul forever be tortured in hell, and I may die a horrible death." Damien was going too far. But as he had said, children were his weakness. "Is that good enough?"