"What the hell did you do?!"
Cameron had only just arrived and was already screaming and crying about how we had killed the bandits. The rest of the class seemed to just look around at the vast pools of blood and piles of organs spread out on the ground.
"We saved these people."
Ben gestured to the large group of people that had begun to gather just past the entrance of the mine, seemingly still wary of us.
Makes sense, we did appear out of nowhere and kill their captors after all.
"What should we do? We only have enough horses for us, and we have no carriages or wagons. On top of that its not like we can just phone someone, and we can't leave them here."
In this time of great need we turned to our fearless and valiant leader, Cameron.
"I don't fucking know!"
Of course he doesn't. Well it's only thirty miles, on horseback it's less than an hour at full speed. If I was to run it'd be two minutes at most.
"Biron, take a horse and alert the Earl. Come back with a group of knights and enough wagons and carriages to get these women to the city. The rest of us will wait here to defend them from monsters."
I give out my orders and we start following through with the plan.
Its been an hour since Biron left, they should be on the way back with wagons by now.
I lean back against the back of my chair and let my mind wander to the memories of the mission. The peoples face as I killed them, the expressions of the women held captive and used as sex slaves. All of this had been caused by people. Humans
I've read about people in history books that can only be described as evil, Adolf Hitler and Pol Pot to name some, but it never felt so real. They were always just words on a page or screen.
To me, humans no longer seem to be such perfect existences. I've always placed human's on some kind of pedestal and believed us to be equals no matter who we are. I was never racist or homophobic, I valued everyone equally, but I think this world helped change that, I no longer viewed humans as equal. These bandits hold, sorry my mistake, held no value. If that's the case, was it really so wrong for me to kill them?
I feel someone approaching from behind me.
"Hey, was it really so wrong for me to kill those bandits? I mean their lives held no value, but they were still human, even if their lives value was less than that of a worm, should I have let them live?"
"What the hell are you saying, all life is equal in value, and everyone has the right to live!"
Oh fuck off. Why did it have to be Cameron?
"You saw what they did to those women. Some were still only kids. Are you saying that those bandits lives are as valuable as mine? Hell are they even as valuable as yours? They had no value, every single one of those bastards deserved to die and it's what they got."
"But what about their upbringing! You don't know what they went through in life!"
"To hell with what happened in their lives. None of it matters. Why should we excuse a bunch of murderers and rapists just because they had a shit life? They're a threat to everyone else and they should be eliminated. I'll ask one more time, was it really so wrong for me to kill them?"
I could almost hear Cameron gritting his teeth and seething with rage.
"Are you even human anymore?"
I could hear him stomping off.
I sighed, he better not cause problems later.
More footsteps can be heard behind me, lighter ones this time, probably a girl.
"john, I know something isn't right with you, so out with it. Tell me what's wrong, before it didn't matter what happened you wouldn't even consider fighting back never mind killing someone."
It's Anne Johnson. A petite blonde girl with muddy brown eyes and a rather round face.
"This world's different, I simply changed to match my environment."
She wrapped her arms around me from behind. I don't know why but it seems like it's meant to be a friendly gesture.
"There's more to it than that. You're different in other ways as well. You seem so distant to everyone other than Ben. It's like you're trying the burden of our mission alone, every time you always put yourself in the most dangerous possible position just to minimise risk to everyone else."
"If it means everybody else can survive, I'll do whatever is necessary. Even if they end up hating me, I'll kill the Britannian army myself if it means they can keep their hands from getting dirty."
"Are you sure you're the same person we came to this world with?"
I know it's a joke, but I can't help but take it seriously.
Am I still the same person I once was?
The sound of horses returning snapped me out of my thoughts. Biron's back, and with enough Wagons to get these people back to society.
Now it's time for the painful journey back.
Seriously why did they have to make us ride horses?