He looks at me solemnly "Any girl of your age would have been broken by now. And not just on the inside." "Any boy your age would've been hiding under a bed by now." I retort with a sickly grin. "I highly doubt that, but perhaps some are already in hiding." We grow serious again. After a thoughtful pause Carl picks up the conversation again. "So, what do you think we should do, as of now?" He waves aside my protestations. "No, I would like to hear your thoughts." I pause for a long minute before saying anything. When I did, it is not for a long time before I stop to catch my breath. "We should-" I clear my throat loudly, then continue as if nothing have happen. "We should consult with our different alliances before making any decision. Remember, we cannot speak for all of our members. If if one or two disagrees, conflict shall arise, and then, it will only get worse from there. For what more do the undeads wishes for more than our polarizing? For our separation? It is their sole wish." …show more content…
We cannot affort for that to happen. We need to band together if we wish to survive in a world run by the undeads. Especially with the death of Cothar and Valor, plus commandeers of twenty-six of their former mates. We cannot risk alienating any of our remaining members." "Therefore, I suggest that we don't make any concrete decisions beforehand." Carl raises one eyebrow, and looks at me until I flinch