Chapter 51: He who takes out the knife.

Pan knew that what he had done was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels.

He felt sick to his core that he felt it was wrong only now, as he stared at the lack of a system message.

At the lack of a gain from the minotaur.

"She would be ashamed of you," Tania's voice was like the ice and snow of her homeland. Unforgiving. Deadly. "But you don't care about that, do you? You had a plan. You have the mushroom!"

"We don't even know how to turn it into seeds," Pan murmured, knowing that it was no excuse.

"And what are libraries, Pan? Quiet places where you can keep warm during the winter?"

Pan winced. He had hoped Tania did not know about that particular winter.

"What do you suggest?" He asked, for he was done trying to find the way out by himself. Violence was not the answer, at least not for him.

He had killed a being just because. A being which might or might not have been surviving of human flesh.