Hearing the Guardian's words, the Stranger immediately felt an overwhelming sense of pressure bearing down on him.
Being gazed upon by the weary eyes of Avalon's Great Guardian, bloodshot from exhaustion, the Stranger felt his face stiffen.
...Did he just, kill all those people?
His pupils dilated with fear as he distinctly sensed the lingering killing intent on the body of the blonde Knight.
The intent to kill was not directed at him, but hung in the air like the residual smell of gunpowder after a shot.
"...If I say I want to go back, do you intend to kill me?"
After a brief silence, the Stranger softly countered, "To prevent the people of Star Antimony from gaining my wisdom and technology... to kill me here?"
He did not even know why he was uttering such perilous words.
He was neither playing a role nor speaking in irony to keep himself alive. Speaking these words was like cornering the Guardian and was actually contrary to his goal of "surviving."
