William?" Mark's voice snapped him out of his daze.
The blond boy turned back toward the ground, only to find that Mark had already slaughtered every last devil. And currently, he was staring at him with a frown.
"What happened to you?" he asked. "You looked like you were about to finish them off, but then you just… stopped."
William let out a slow breath and stared at his hand, still unable to believe he had hesitated—stopped—just because Emma's thoughts had crossed his mind.
He didn't tell Mark that.
Landing back on the surface, William simply said, "Thanks. You handled it well."
Mark blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected praise. Clearing his throat, he shifted the topic.
"So," he asked, "what are you going to do now?"
William looked off into the distance before muttering, "There are several more survivors out there. I'll go bring them here as well."
Turning to Mark, he asked, "Can you accommodate all of them?"
