99 A Non-Hosts Anger 2 (2/2)

”Are you happy now? With what you've done?”

Chris saw the girl being taken aback. She started blinking at him.

He didn't know whether she was wondering why her hypnosis didn't work on him or asking herself what his words could possibly mean, however, he didn't let her speak. He continued asking,

”Is this how you'll always wrap things up whenever people around you are attacked?”

He didn't raise his voice but anger could easily be noticed from it.

”Aren't you contented with what we've experienced last Monday?”

”Until when is this going to continue? Until a coffin is escorted into a black parade?”

”Last Monday?” Sofony dumbfoundedly muttered. His barrage of questions caught her off-guard, her bewilderment even grew after she realized something, ”Y-you didn't lose your memory? H-how? Ehh? No! That's impossible! You couldn't be like us!”

”Like you and that Clarissa, you mean?” he questioned as he gritted his teeth. ”Is knowing whether I become a host or not something more important than a life that is almost lost? Or are you not getting it yet?”

He had to look up for a while then inhaled deeply before glaring at the woman again. He knew he'd been very rude and ungentlemanly, but he just couldn't help but say,

”Sofony Mendez, I resent it, okay? Though I get it that you only want her not to get burdened by what she did... Until when are you going to resort to hypnosis? What if she really dies tonight? How are you going to deal with that? Hypnotize yourself? And everyone else? That she died because of suicide? Then that's it? You grieve a little but since nothing can be done anymore, you simply move on and find a new best friend?”

He shook his head before continuing,

”How about that fat teacher of ours? Though Wendy stabbed him because she was controlled, what will you do if he also dies?”

”You don't know what to answer? Haven't thought about these yet?”

Chris saw Sofony trembling. The light from the sole fluorescent lamp of the place allowed him to see her face turning red. Her eyes also became very distant to her usual gentle gaze which he usually compared with Wendy's. Those pair of beautiful black orbs turned emotionless. He's not good at describing, so maybe they were not really emotionless, but full of anger.

Chris thought, if he was still the guy he used to be when Felicity was still alive, he would be flinching and feeling guilty by now, wondering what he did to make someone angry.

However, right now, he was also as mad. Mad at the system. Mad at the hosts. Even if this Sofony seemed better than the other one he knew, in the end, she was still a host, and her fight with Clarissa was what pushed many innocent people to unwanted disasters.

Was he being unreasonable or wrong for suddenly being angry?

Maybe he was. After all, he doesn't know these hosts' sides.

But his point was that many normal people were already getting pulled into their damnable conflict!

As he thought of this, Chris' glares sharpened. Afterward, he declared,

”I don't care what kind of ghost and monster you and Clarissa are!”

”I also don't care what kind of feud you and Clarissa have!”

”But if you two still have a bit of conscience in your body, then, please! Just do us a favor! Don't! Freakin' involve! Innocent people in it!”

Ten seconds after he uttered these, when Sofony's eyes turned equally icy and sharp, the system in his head sighed. It then let out a burst of crazy laughter and hatefully shouted,