Point-of-View: Miyuru Cooray
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Damn it...I know that she's dead, I'm not fighting her right now, I'm fighting a corse. I know that, but I...I can't help but struggle to do this.
I've never killed a person before, and even though that technically won't change if I destroy this corpse, I find myself hesitating to attack. Despite knowing it's a corpse that's in front of me, it's hard not to hesitate to attack it when it looks just like Zoelle...her consciousness may not exist anymore, but that's still her body, and the thought of desecrating it is a painful one.
As the corpse extended out its arm and swung it towards me rapidly like a whip, I snapped out of it and teleported out of the way, gritting my teeth with an immense sense of confliction inside me.