"...I wish you good luck with that," Vanilla said, but her tone of voice didn't sound like one that would wish luck. It was more of a sarcastic remark of how the girl's idealistic goal was more on the unachievable part of the scale.
Q left a short sigh of annoyance. "Look Vanilla. Know that this is nothing personal, but if you try to stop me I will kill you with no hesitation. That demonical being keeping you a slave is nothing we want for this world. Think about it."
"I've thought about it more than I would have liked it, Q," Vanilla responded. Those cynic nights of no sleep and overthinking kicked into her mind. She took a step closer to face the taller girl, without raising her face, just her eyes. "But I am simply the more realistic here. Unless you give me good reasons to believe there is indeed another way, we are doomed."
