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'you wont have time to analyze during a fight, find their weakest point and strike' Darren voice echoed but no sound was produced. She threw a fireball into Bal's stomach, the same weak point Darren had. He went crashing to the ground, groaning.
(I don't believe you)
(What do you mean you don't believe me?)
Lillian mentally cursed hearing Darren's advice. It wasn't her nature to be reckless and throw caution to the wind, but to hell with it. Literally. Lillian decided to charge in front of Bal and towards the other demon sword aimed for the demon's hand because that seemed logical at the moment.
(I mean I don't believe that you don't hope to fall in love. I don't believe this 'philosophy')
(Well you better believe it, buddy. I've been saying I'm aromantic for a solid, god, 2 to 3 years now?)
(No no, that's not the point. Romance and love are very different honey)
(Romantic love doesn't always = college cafe moment)
(Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm explicame. Cause I have a hard time telling the difference in this western society. We going to the greeks sure. They've got 9 types of love. Western culture, nope romance = love)
The demon growled but before they could make their another move, Bal lodged a fireball at her and she was knocked against a wall, rendered unconscious.
Lillian let out a slight sigh of relief before slightly lowering her weapon. Her heart was now pounding with adrenaline, "Oh thank god."
(Human beings are inherently social animals. None of us want to be alone and we all require love. Not romance but certainly partnership. The long-term effects of loneliness and isolation include actual insanity. There's no way you're not hoping for someone to be with and I don't have to mean romantically. I was friends with my current girlfriend for a very long time by choice and it was enough for me to just have someone there)
(…Can I say I hate being a social creature and would love to just be a hermit for the rest of my life? But you also have a point. And I still say have not had that moment. And my philosophy still stands because social interaction is hella scary.)
Bal crawled to his feet and grabbed Lillian's hand wordlessly. He didn't know how long the demon would be knocked out for. He walked over to the corner of the room where he found a door. he turned the knob and it creaked open.
Lillian held tightly onto Bal's hand as she walked with him, her other hand holding a death grip on her new blade. She stuck close to the other ready for whatever.
(Social anxiety isn't natural and is becoming more frequent. I've found it's typically developed due to nuture rather than nature.)
(Or self inflicted choice ahahahahahahaha…)
Shaxx was lying on the cold floor of the room made of a material that appeared to be concrete. Bal let Lillian go and rushed to his side. He was injured, bleeding, but not dead.
(You have no trouble talking to me for the most part)
Lillian hesitated for a moment seeing the blood and Shaxx just lying looking dead on the floor. She then carefully approached the brothers keeping an eye out for anyone coming their way.
(That's cause I'm typing. I have time to think and make sure my words look and sound the way I want them too. In an irl situation I don't get that luxury and I end up rewind half the conversations I went pointing out all the stupid mistakes I said or made throughout the day.)
Balthazar used a dagger to cut his pants and put pressure over Shaxx wound. "You'll be okay, brother,"
"If it's your hands my life is in, I doubt that greatly,"
(Oh boy. I doubt people think that poorly of you when you speak. you're definitely your harshest critic)
"Would you rather it be in mine?" Lillian offered over to Shaxx. She didn't know much about demon anatomy, but she could probably do okay.
(Oh I know that. But that's what anxiety is. The little nagging voice in your head constantly reminding you of all your fuck-ups and what you could have done better or said differently.)