Regrettable.
She was a little bit tired, staring down at the body with no particular expression.
Truly regrettable. So much potential; so much room to evolve.
But of course he could do nothing now. Her favorite game went out with a little stab and a tiny whimper. Pitiful, he hadn't even given her the satisfaction of a scream. No, worse than that, she thought with a little shake of her head. She didn't want to deal with this right now. She would much prefer to continue her little game with her other toys, but none would really measure up. The game had ended far too suddenly. She hadn't been aware just how much she had worn him down. Just how easily he'd quit life.
Really… You ARE weak. The others have far more use than you now, you pathetic dishrag.
Road allowed a small sigh to escape her as she kicked the carcass still chained to the wall. She frowned a bit, and despite her infinite superiority, she felt as though she had lost something. And she had. Allen had been entertaining to her.
Honestly, kid. You could've let me have a little more fun.
"Is this revenge, huh?!" she shouted. "For what I did to you? What I did to those wretched friends of yours?!"
Another kick to his limp corpse.
"To the girl?! To the bookman?! To the samurai?! Or that vampire?!"
You didn't satisfy my expectations at all. I'm very let down.
She turned from the body, no longer wanting to see its torn skin or cherry gashes.
How disappointing.
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D: Why do I always kill the beansprout?
Honestly, I stole this from a friend and rewrote it for -man. Love you, Aiiro~!!