I sat at the edge of the bed in the Inn. The girl in it finally stirred. "Lillian, you're awake." I couldn't help but smile.
Lillian looked dazed, then her eyes widened in shock. Instinctively she smacked me across the face, then her eyes focused. "Zycron! I'm sorry, I thought you were-!"
I grabbed her arm carefully. "It's fine, Lillian, he won't hurt you. Not anymore." Something in my voice must have made her uncertain, because she glanced above my head, where the cursor is visible above players. "Zycron, you're orange... why are you orange?!"
I sighed. "Lillian, to save you fast enough... I had no choice but to kill him... after all, he deserved it..."
Lillian stated at me with a micture of shock and hatred. I deserved it after all, for knowingly killing another human. But what she said surprised me. "Thank you, Zycron. I'll never forget you."
I looked at her. "You aren't mad?" She shook her head. "Zycron, if I was mad, I wouldn't be able to fight alongside you... I am furious, though."
I tilted my head slightly. "That makes absolutely no sense, Lillian."
"I know." She said, standing up. She then blushed. "I'm going to change, could you please turn the other way?"
I nodded and turned. "You know you can just equip the clothes an for armor right from the menu, right?"
"I know," she replied, "but I like doing it this way. It reminds me of home." Memories flashed through my mind: my four year old brother, now five or six, and my sister who was just born before I entered this death game. How were they doing without me? Were they worried about me? Did they care? I just shook my head. "If my family cares about me or not is up to them... how would my father react if he knew his son was a killer?"