The Hero and Villain Of Your Own Story (1)

It was a situation that was hard to live with.

Whether I wanted to be good or bad–the options now laid itself in front of me. There was this crying woman in front of me and if I really wished to be spared from the headache, I could just kill her.

End things off and be done with it.

"But that's the easy path." I murmured.

"W-what?" Beatrix looked up at me, her eyes still glimmering with tears.

I stared down at her and considered just putting my hands around her neck and wringing it.

But then I imagined what Rose, Eleanor and Keira might say about it.

"There opinions are insignificant–" I started, but then cut myself off.

That was a lie.

A part of me, or rather, all of me cared.

I had just admitted to Rose that I no longer see them as merely servants of mine so to deny that I cared about what opinions they might hold against me was nothing but falsehood.