Everything was settled and we left. The night was long and I felt sluggish.
"You were almost like a mother. Honestly, you remind me of my own mother. You even look like her." Lianne's eyes were lit up. I had a feeling she was about to say 'maybe you are her' or something like that. I was glad she didn't.
I sighed. I might have ended up ruining my own image.
It seems this thing does change one's mindset after all.
Or maybe I'd just gone a bit too soft.
Dick was awfully quiet. He was more of a girl than actual girls: the way he pouted and all. Maybe he was just acting cool back inside the cell, and this was his real self? I couldn't really tell.
"We should walk some more and camp near the woods," Lianne suggested.
"Near the undead?"
"The undead would keep the soldiers and monsters away. And the fire would keep the undead away. I think it'd be for the best."
