Wolf Stalks Deer [Charlise]

Charlise immediately seemed to slump a bit, as if that entire attempt to fight back verbally had taken all the energy out of her. A few more field mice had cautiously gathered around the woman's body, along with the one in her hand there was about six of them. She continued to stroke the much smaller creature with great care, as not to harm it or cause distress. She then averted her gaze from the woman, having her gaze on the much smaller creatures.

She did hear Mirja's words, but she took interest in what the rodents were doing. They kept sniffing her leg while hiding from the other woman in fear, looking up ever so often and using her leg as a way to hide. They kept chattering interest in Charlise's smell while wondering if the wolf could see them.
"Why is it on me that you would beat me to death in an awful way? Is it not your choice to slaughter me? I'm not posing any danger, even if I am a revolting creature. Since I am this creature called an Arrancar, and you seem to have such a low opinion of me to the point you want to kill me and make me vanish, i'm guessing you've met others, actual monsters." She soon faced Mirja once again, a sense of seriousness radiating from her eyes, but made sure to keep her tone gentle as not to frighten the mice, "Though, if you're so childish as to generalize an entire group to be monsters on the path of evil, you're wrong about me. You don't know me. Even if i'm pathetic garbage, I have a will to live as I am. At least I want to be able to keep myself. Even if I do come back into existence in a different form, I will be someone else. I won't be me anymore." Tears had become to come from her rather solid face, though she didn't feel a full on stir of sadness, maybe a drop, "Besides, what truly makes a monster? Am I a monster for my existence? Is it so revolting you'd rather me be something else to fit your preferences?"