"..." I mix a few things into a pot and start to warm it over the fire from our campfire. Eve is sharpening her sword, and Syl'Vyr is chattering away at her. Eve isn't giving any responses but is paying attention.
"You all talk too much," Darian says in that annoying, arrogant tone of his, opening his eyes. It's been about two hours since I bandaged him, so I guess he was sleeping.
"And you only talk nonsense when you open your mouth," I say, irritated with him. Normally, I'd never be this rude to an injured person, but it just so happens that I don't "like" ungrateful people.
Maybe it's because I was very "ungrateful" in the past, living as a parasite on my parents' money. In this world, I'm trying to be better, so seeing someone be ungrateful for the help they received bothers me.
Not because it's weird or unusual, but because it's how I used to be. It makes me feel regret, since I never managed to properly thank my parents for everything they did for me.
