Lisa knows they'll ruin her. The two terrorists that have dragged her into their sick game. She knows she doesn't belong. She's not clever or brilliant or anything. All she is, is Lisa.

But she doesn't care. For now Toji plays pranks on her and laughs so loudly she can't help but join in. Even Arata doesn't seem to mind her and will thank her for the meal. So Lisa tries to turn a blind eye to all the destruction the boys cause for though they might destroy the world, she isn't sure she would mind.

Since she was born, it seemed like the world was bent on hurting her. Trusting people who have threatened you multiple times shouldn't come naturally but she doesn't care. It's probably not healthy but all this world has offered her has been toxic, one more poison shouldn't be too bad.

So Lisa embraces the twistedness. She embraces the way Toji seems to view her as a toy. One to tease, mock, and test to see what it takes to break her. The joke's on him though, she's already broken. Lisa knows he loves stealing playful kisses from her, just to see her reaction, or dress her up in his oversized shirts and laugh at how absurd they look on her. She laughs and smiles for this is the closest thing she can call home. These mad boys who she unconsciously starts to root for.

When he takes her out on long, wild rides in the dead of night, Lisa can't help but sigh contently. For a minute she can imagine she actually belongs. For a minute she imagines they really are a family, and that Toji views her more than a hurt animal at best and a piece in his own little games at worst. She clings tightly to his back and lets out a whoop of joy. She remembers what they used to tell her.

"Fly high Lisa!"

So she will. Like a moth to a flame. She knows she'll get burnt, but the fire's just too tempting.