“What’s going on?” Blond-isha tugged at her hand. “What’d he tell them?”
Um. That was complicated. “Kirito-san told them we’re out of the game,” Silica said. “That we shouldn’t fight anymore, even if some people made bad choices in Aincrad.” She’d heard what Laughing Coffin had done to some people. Trapping them, forcing them to kill each other… it was awful. “Everyone lost someone. It hurts.”
“Wait, wait, wait – you knew you were losing people?” Alarm flashed on his face, followed by a scowl that reminded Silica of Agil in a grumpy mood. “Guys in charge said you were all in a coma… um. Hi. Not used to patients I have to introduce myself to. I’m a vet, not a doc. Rob Flint. You?”
“Silica,” she said, distracted. “Kirito-san – what happened? People were saying the Knights thought they’d found the 75th boss, but there wasn’t anything new in the paper, or the guidebooks. That means something really bad happened. But the clearers were going after it anyway….”
Huh. Why was Kirito a little red? And not looking anywhere near her?
Why am I so chilly?
Um. Bare arms. White wrapped around her, but not much, and it was thin and papery and – oh no, she needed gear, she needed gear now, but menus wouldn’t work and this was really the real world and what did she do now oh–
She hadn’t wrapped up in a sheet to keep the boogieman away in years. Not that Kirito was anything like a boogieman, he was really nice, and strong, and….
Okay. Deep breaths. She could look at the room. And Kirito. Really. “Did you…?”
Kirito had been studying another corner of the room like he expected an invisible mob to creep down the wall. Now he glanced her way, still a little pink. “I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe this. You, little lady, are way too young to – ah, hell, at least he did the decent thing,” Flint-isha muttered. “Crush alert, oy, who do I even talk to about this….”