"And I do quite agree with you, Ms. Friday…
...this world would be better off without me."
"You…"
It was a good thing that Ms. Friday's head was covered by a jet-black helmet, if not, then all of the people here would have definitely seen the smile that had desperately crawled on her face slowly fade; replaced by the crippling fear that seemed to be at a haste in bringing her down.
No, even if she didn't have her helmet on, none of the Numbers would be able to see her face as they were too focused on their own opponents. Even April was busy trying to support the others; his helmet removed as his eyes shot out laser beams from afar.
But perhaps that was also a good thing; if not, their morale would surely take a hit if they were seeing the same thing she was. She was supposed to be one of the Weekdays, serving directly beneath Darkday. She was supposed to be one of the strongest in the whole organization, and yet with just a single exchange…
