"What, not talking?" Conrad chuckled softly, drawing out a dagger and tapping the girl's cheek with it. "Since the people who left aren't your companions, why risk your life defending them?"
The cold blade of the dagger reflected a chilling light, emanating waves of coldness like an icy surface.
As if feeling the cold transmitted from the blade, the girl moved slightly. She took a light breath and answered, word by word, in a small voice, "...Being unable to defeat you is my... own responsibility. My own... business, I alone... will bear. Only the weak would rely on... putting... others in danger, to... save themselves."
"You and I are different..." Her half-opened eyes seemed to burn with an intense fire as she spoke.
