I could only stare at the blood around me. It dripped off my sword and stained my tunic. What had I done? My teammates all lay around me, their last struggles gone. It was their blood that stained my garb and my conscious.
Why hadn't they listened to me? I was the logical one! Would it be narcissistic of me to say so? Without me, they would never have defeated Shadow… And yet they wouldn't leave me be. They never rewarded me with a moment of silence.
What I'd done was correct… correct? What did correct mean? Bloodshed wasn't right, even as a knight. This was killing my team.. myself. But what had stopped them from listening to me all those times? This had been the only way left to silence them. In the end.. I must have been correct.
Blue deserved it the most. He was the most annoying. This nagged at me constantly. It struck me that I had to rid myself of the evidence, and within seconds I watched my sword driven into his stomach as if by someone else. The old Vio would never have done this. The old me wouldn't slaughter for stupidity, even at Blue's level. Even Shadow wouldn't have done this. And I left them there. I left them all to rot. That was what they deserved... right?
I didn't know why I had done that. Well yes, I knew. But I shouldn't have. It was wrong, and it was childish. I was worse than Shadow, murdering them over this. And yet… Shadow was right. They'd never understood me. They'd never leave me alone, in peace. They always interrupted me.. and this was how I chose to make them see.
They should never interrupt me when I'm reading a book.