"Alice," Devon called but Alice stayed silent,
They listened to what she had to say and felt she was indeed taking on far too much responsibility for a girl her age. Sure, she was the one holding the power; if they dropped it all on her shoulders, it would start to become a burden, and she could fall into depression.
And it was even worse when they, the grown-ups, had to depend on her.
"Alice, you don't have to feel responsible. We'll take care of the rest." Devon said but Alice raised her head, looking at them with a listless expression, and said,
"That won't change anything." She looked extremely gloomy. "In the end, people are still going to die and they will point fingers. They will blame me."
Since when had Alice cared about what others thought? Well, it could be seen as her getting mature and knowing what having the lives of everyone on her shoulders meant, but it was odd.
Too odd to be considered normal.
