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"Er..." Mot stammered nervously. Gosh he sure hoped he didn't just dig up a dark secret of a broken marriage here. "Not necessarily. Let's not jump to conclusions." Even if looking for conclusions was why they were there. "Let's try and find all the pieces first..." The little scareling kind of looked like Shun. But maybe he was seeing things.

"Hey, he almost looks like Shun." He hoped the resemblance would pull her away from her worried thoughts.

Mot face-palmed.

"N-no.. we don't know if this is an illegitimate child OR if it's Shun." He offered Lizzy a weak smile, patting her slowly on the head. "How about you decipher that writing, hm?" Best get her mind off of this. He had no basis to refute nor agree with the assumptions anyway. The more they dig, the more they might be able to shed light on it.

"Or should I take that and you go through your mother's journals? I got pretty good at deciphering hand writing due to a certain Valkyrie's attempts at written word."

Mot liked this plan. Looking through a woman's diary was not something he wanted to do. It was better the daughter did it. Now, to decipher this old journal.

Some of the words Mot muttered aloud as he tried to sound it out, noting that it seemed the letters were mirrored. Was that to keep others from reading it? This had to be good then. He continued reading, now aware that Lizzy's dad had been working under cover. Unfortunately, the word Yakuza ran a chill down his back. That was bad news. Now he had to wonder if the mafia had found him out and.. ended him.

The names at the end. Kuroda. He knew that last name. But maybe...

And then the first name. Shun.

"...I was right. That was Shun in the picture. But not for the reason you think, Lizzy." Mot seemed a bit grave. He had a bad feeling about this. "Here.." Mot pulled out a small note book from his pouch and began writing what he could of the journal so Lizzy could read it for herself.

After he was done, he handed it over.

Lizzy was sad. Mot hated seeing her sad. His heart fell as she read it, wringing his hands together nervously. Had this been a good idea after all?

"Um.. Let me check." Mot nodded, and continued reading the journal. This time he wrote it down in his own notebook as he translated the mirrored letters. The content began to break his heart, knowing what this man went through, the things he'd seen and done, and the final days of his life being scribbled down on paper.

Hesitantly, he handed his notebook back to Lizzy. "He was.. very noble and brave. Your father.."

Mot shook a little. Lizzy was worried about him, and for good reason. If he was caught in a situation like her father had been, he'd likely have done what he did. But The last thing Lizzy said struck him hard. Making decisions like that did just as much good as it did bad. It would mean tearing apart one family to save another. It meant making your loved ones forever mourn.

The reaper swallowed hard. "I.. admit I'd probably do the same.." Mot wasn't about to make a white lie just to make er happy. Maybe he should have though. But then if something like this happened, he'd be remembered as a liar, someone who broke a promise. He couldn't do that.

"I don't think he wanted to leave you and your mother behind, and he definitely didn't want you to hurt so bad. But it was the right thing."

"If it was easy, we wouldn't have as many problems as we do." People made bad choices a lot, usually because it was easier. That's what made a truly brave and noble person so rare. Mot leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Lizzy in a hug. She seemed to need one. She was holding back tears and fighting not to cry.

"It's okay, Lizzy." He tried to be comforting, petting her hair softly. "I'm sorry."

Mot couldn't help but wonder if Lizzy's words had double meaning. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Hel's face flickered in his mind, that hurt coming back for a brief moment. He didn't hate her, and he still loved her. If she were to suddenly be gone forever, having not talked to her since that dark day? That would haunt him. Maybe he needed to talk to her again, at least to forgive her.

Either way, he kept her warm in his arms, making sure Lizzy felt safe, comforted and calm. "Maybe that is enough sleuthing for today? I think you found out enough." He wondered if Shun remembered Lizzy's father at all..