Silence hung in the air for a long time.
No one said anything, simply staring at Bren, who died with a smile on his burned face.
This time, that smile was visible.
The silence, however, was broken after some time.
The one who broke the quiet was Graye as she muttered, her voice carrying more emotions than she had ever shown. "...This is why I don't make weak friends. They die and leave you behind."
As if she was waiting for someone to speak, Jessy followed, taking a shaky breath, her arms crossed. "...He was laughing till the end. Bastard knew how to go out with a line."
Siris, with utmost seriousness, tilted her head. "Should I carve a monument for him? Or maybe present him with some demon skulls as a parting gift? It might help his soul pass on happily."
It might not seem like it with her words, but Siris was being serious.
She was angry.
She wanted to kill some demons.
She felt that only by killing some demon could she calm her emotions.
