Susan opened her eyes slightly, feeling dizzy. She didn't know what was happening with her body, but she felt like she was weighing one ton. She couldn't lift even a finger.
"Clay! Stop! Run away! I beg you!" She heard her own voice echoing as her mouth moved without she intending to do so. She seemed to be acting automatically.
"No," Clay briefly answered with a cold and serious tone of voice. She hated when he was talking in that serious tone. She hated it so much…
'Always when he talks like this with me, I feel so distant… I feel like I can't touch nor converse with him anymore. That's the worst feeling. It seems as if our bonds are going to be cut just by the sharpness of his cold voice. Also, when he gets like this, it's because he is fighting; and I utterly hate… when… when he fights… Wait a minute. Fight?'
