"Papa," Makaria said with a sigh of her own. "Even if someone were to kill me, I'd just return below again. What could be so bad about that?" Dying didn't seem like it could be a terrible thing, even though people feared it. Maybe it was because it hurt? But how bad could physical pain become? Makaria wasn't quite sure. She'd hurt herself a few times on the surface - stubbing her toes, running into things - and they'd hurt quite a lot at the time, but after that it was fine. "But it's not going to happen anyway, because none of my heroes would ever harm me. They're mine."