"So . . . What are you going to do with us?"
Desdemona yelled at Kill.
Earlier before that, she was scolding Zebu, as to why he had stopped conjuring the words in the first place.
Zebu answered, feeling like it was all his fault.
"I am sorry, Desdemona."
Struggling from the tightness of Kill's tail, she replied Zebu, gritting her teeth.
"Well . . . Sorry can't help us now Zebu."
"What the hell happened to you?"
Zebu also feeling uncomfortable answered;
"It was my mistake. I did not finish reading the spell, so I did not remember the ending."
"Ugh . . . Damn you Zebu."
Then, she looked bitterly at Kill, while he was speaking:
"So . . . What are you going to do with us?" She yelled, in great bitterness.
Kill froze in his steps and brought them closer with its tail.
"You all just became unimportant to me. I have no use of you anymore."
Kill smiled as he said, leaning in close.
