"Fuck!"
Deremiah stood still for what was more than minutes, staring at Elora's lying body. He had turned her the other way and now her face was up, her unconscious yet dainty face, and he was looking down at it.
On second thought, perhaps turning her around wasn't the best of ideas. Now it felt like she was looking at him, and nothing made a person appear more human than their own face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he swore out of frustration. He could do it. In fact, he wanted to do it. He wasn't hesitating because he was scared to kill. Not anymore.
I mean, he'd just killed a NeonSquid and didn't even throw up this time. So, just like the squid, she was just another character that didn't matter. She wasn't real.
So, killing her shouldn't be difficult, especially now she was out and helpless. There was no moral argument as to why he shouldn't. He was the only real person here.
