439 The Aftermath (2)

Immediately, as though struck in the back of the head, his expression took a turn. Sweat poured out of his face, and his mouth opened out of instinct yet no words exited for several seconds.

"D— Dead!? How!? Why!? How was the general up there speaking to me then!? Does everything you touch just die!?"

"Hey! That's not true! … Even though it kinda was my fault." She soughed.

"Your fault? How so? I never expected you to say that…" He questioned.

"Well… I'm just trying to be honest and completely transparent with you…"

"..."

She took a small pause and looked away before closing her eyes and continuing. 

"Anyways, let me just explain what happened. I managed to get him to speak, yet I was blindsided on why he was so adamant not to speak. At first, I thought it was his pride, so I tried to break him into submission… That did work, but…"

"But what?" Moby leaned in closer and asked.