Drake ran up to the corpse and kicked it in the head.
"You fucker!" Drake screamed. "This son of a bitch, why the hell did it target me right off the bat. You just had to make me look like a fool in front of her." He kicked its head again. "Mother fucker."
Marton grabbed his shoulder and shook his head.
"Your young, no one's thinking less of you"
Drake turned around and glared at Marton.
Putting on a fake smile he said, " Your right, my mistake, I should respect the dead. My fault, let me just go and pick some roses, wouldn't that make everything right "
"That is not what i'm saying, just listen to me." He turned to violet and made a shooing gesture.
Violet turned to me, and I gave her a nod. We walk out of the room. Sitting in the dining hall in near silence she asks.
"What do you think of him, Drake I mean."
"Well, I don't know. He's a self centered douchebag who only cares about himself and not much else. Although I wouldn't say I've known him long enough to judge him. But that in my opinion is what he shows on the outside. But if you want my true thoughts. He is afraid, of all of this, of fighting, of dieing, and most of all of love. He is afraid you hate him, that you will reject him because he's weak. He hides behind his family name because he doesn't have faith in himself. But don't take my word for it, I don't know him after all."
"To tell you the truth, I don't know how I feel about him. When we first met, I was just hoping to cling on to his family name to move away from this dirty adventurer's job. I guess I just didn't want to die like my mom, in some deep dungeon not even able to recover a body. I suppose I also just want to get away from this business, I've seen too many good men die. You know my moms mom was an adventurer and so was her dad, and his dad before him. My dad is one as well and I guess his son, It feels wild saying but my half brother the hero kinda lived and died being an adventurer. Hell, I'm pretty sure he's the only reason being an adventurer is popular nowadays."