Eli looked at the dead man in front of him, then his eyes drifted to the one behind.
'I just killed humans…'
He had just realized that after blood started dropping from his sword.
Wasn't it supposed to feel more daunting and traumatic? Instead, Eli felt like it was just another mob clear. The sword went in, the sword came out, and the body fell.
He stared at the blood on the blade for another second.
'Hey… not funny. A-Am I a… psychopath!?'
Eli's hands found his cheeks like he was a Renaissance painting of a horrified maiden.
'Yeah yeah, hold on a second. This is casual murdering we're talking about! We are NOT casual murderers! Elise "Eli" Moreau, age nineteen, does NOT have that on her and his résumé!'
He tried to search through Elise's memories to see if she had done any dirty work like this, and he found nothing! Eli thought about blaming Elise for this disposition, but no! It was all him!
