Narration(Xander): Esme Jones is busy right now.
Narration(Xander): It doesn’t give her pleasant sensations. Just urgency.
Narration(Xander): And a surprisingly sharp bite of anger towards the other participant.
Narration(Xander): I try not to think about it too much. Goodness knows plenty of others are too, desperate to forget what they saw today.
Narration(Xander): As everyone stood by, guilty, doing nothing as the brutal Evil Overlord murdered a woman in cold blood. Not even the real woman I killed today either, she’s forgotten. Her name was Brittany.
Narration(Xander): Kore timed it well enough. They shouldn’t riot again for at least another six months, by my calculations.
Narration(Xander): I can’t stop feeling it. What I did. And how she couldn’t breathe.
Narration(Xander): And now she’s puttering around Rhelan’s house…making marinara sauce like nothing happened.
Narration(Xander): If she wished she had the strength of will to kill herself simply by…refusing to take another breath. And no automatic reflexes of soul or body would override it. Inhuman strength.
Narration(Xander): Unlike me.
Narration(Xander): Good thing I’ve decided she’s a toxic unpleasant old witch. And I hate marinara sauce.