Devil, Be Nice
Wait, he was actually puking right now.
"Oh, boy," he could hear her mutter in what was supposed to be a sweet, childish voice. As he dry-heaved behind a tree, she continued to nonchalantly comment on the side. "That's absolutely the most disgusting thing I've seen since, well, a long time."
He had no idea whether to cry or cry louder.
What was disgusting?
Wasn't the sight of self-detonation, those red-stained grass and torn limbs, disgusting? Those wide-eyed heads on the rocks and those headless torsos by the trees, weren't they disgusting too? This was, among all he had seen, the worst massacre visuals.
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