"Tilly...?"
Elias, seeing her increasingly off-kilter, quickly voiced his concern.
But Tilly seemed lost in her own world, unresponsive as if she couldn't hear him.
"Four years..."
"Four whole years..."
Her face downturned, black hair cascading down, shrouding her face in shadow, her expression darkening to the extreme.
"I thought... you'd never come back..."
"I even prepared for the worst..."
Her fists clenched tightly, her body trembling with emotion.
This damn world, so utterly messed up...
If you were gone too...
What reason would there be to stay?
With these thoughts, a surge of anger flared in her purple eyes, a hint of murderous intent flickering within.
"Tilly?" Elias grew tense, never having seen Witch Miss Tilly this hysterical before.
