"You-" I stopped, looking at her bright smile and teary eyes. "Why though?" I cried out in confusion. I couldn't fathom why and how she'd follow me here.
"Well," She said, looking at the tomb. Her smile faded as her expression darkened. "I was worried about you. You left the city so quickly, I thought you were going to try and get revenge." She fiddled with her long hair.
"Oh," I mumbled. "I didn't want to waste time we honestly don't have." I hesitated. "And if I just sat there doing nothing but rot in my own sorrow, Samantha would be disappointed, wouldn't she?" I forced a faint smile. I wasn't lying – if I gave myself any more time to mourn, I'd never be able to pull myself together in time.
"I see." Mona smiled and stood up. "I guess everyone grieves in a different way." She glanced at the tomb. "The same could be said about that demon, couldn't it?" She asked.
