The voice urged once more, but it was hard for Lihar's mind to function properly. The sight he was seeing was just that hard to understand.
"Rikka?"
He approached the corpse, confused and unconvinced. Maybe she could still be saved… but seeing the long piece of ice that had lodged itself into her forehead… her dead eyes staring out in both fear and ugly indignation, he was forced to face reality.
Even if he wanted to delude himself, it was simply impossible.
He crouched down next to her and felt conflicted and fearful. Someone he knew ever since he started training as a soldier, dead in some nameless street, in the gap between two houses. She was so unnoticeable that even if someone passed by, they wouldn't be able to see her.
But the most conflicting thing was, Lihar's mind was not just filled with regret and mourning for Rikka.
