«I must get used to this.»
The words escaped my mouth with difficulty, heavier than I had expected…
I cast one last glance at Fry's body,
which no longer moved,
his head severed, and the expression of shock frozen on his face…
It was still lingering in my mind.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment,
as if burying the scene in a distant corner of my mind,
where I wouldn't have to see it again.
Killing…
It's not like what's written in stories,
nor like what appears in fantasies.
It's far harder than I had imagined,
a strange feeling that stays lodged in your chest
even after everything is over.
«Ahhh…»
I exhaled slowly, then lifted my head.
I turned my gaze toward Zion,
who was breathing with extreme difficulty, his chest rising and falling violently,
and the wound on his chest was still bleeding.
I didn't hesitate.
I stepped toward him quickly,
and in a few moments, I was in front of him.
I opened the storage device swiftly,
