He already guessed that it would be the case. The girlfriend he had was based on a real person. And he was able to be by her side.
It was pretty ironic. Lance's chest started to ache. In the illusion, his reason for existence was because Alice was there to support him all the way.
No matter what he decided to do, she was there, somewhere, watching over him, supporting him.
Can he be a little conceited this time by asking the real person to stay by his side?
In the end, Lance swallowed the medicine pills given to him by Alice.
The sensation he felt on his shoulder was cool and soothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and waited a few minutes, then the pain disappeared.
Alice and Michael picked up the guns and small knives dropped by the men they had killed, discussing who would keep what.
"Lance, come here. Choose which weapon you would like to have."
