I drag the elf back to base—she's still alive. I already cauterized her wounds, burning them deep so she wouldn't bleed out anymore. Calypso follows behind me in an uncomfortable silence.
"Is there a problem, Calypso?" I ask, my voice colder than I'd like. I'm not fully recovered yet; my vision is still hazy and washed out, though it's slowly coming back, and my instincts are on a hair trigger.
"Aqua, do you really believe… that thing I heard you say about girls?" She was there watching me get my "revenge" for this elf's cowardice in attacking my already incapacitated sister, and she asks the question with a certain unease.
"Yeah…" I know my worldview isn't exactly common. I've never met anyone who thinks the same way I do, but I'm not going to hide what I believe.
"Is Lycoris okay?"
