She'd just continue to pout about it, chin up in the air as he tried to tell her what she can and can not do. She was made to do this..it's her whole purpose, to become the perfect doll for father, to make him happy. She didn't like the idea at all, granted, but if push came to shove, Kanaria would fight back.

She looked down at him, her brows furrowed and her lower jaw sticking out a bit. Her arms would fold across her chest as she stared down at him. "That's why there's seven of us! Father could never make the perfect design, kashira." She looked off to the side for a second, but after the initial flare in her temper..something about her features softened. It wasn't terrible obvious, but it was at least noticeable enough to tell she loved her sisters. "We've already lost Sousei-Seki and Hina-Ichigo."

Even if it made father cry, there had to be another way. None of the sisters wanted to end up alone.