"I… I killed someone! I killed someone!"
Clio was practically crawling backward; her eyes staring at the ground that was slowly being drenched by the blood of the soldier she just killed — of course, she did not really mean to since the soldier just fell down after Rhys threw the sword straight through his back and out his chest, but the sound of her sword just tearing through the soft flesh repeating over and over in her mind.
And as if that wasn't enough, she also felt the resistance when the tip of the sword hit the skull — that was what made her let go of the sword and just start crawling away.
"Your Highness," Rhys very carefully approached Clio as her terrified expression painting her face slightly reminded him of his sister — but of course, Clio was not his sister at all, "It would be best for us to go."
"I… Rhys…" Clio's head just trembled as she looked at Rhys before once again staring at the soldier, "...I killed someone."
