That wasn’t a guilty flinch, so Kazuto wasn’t part of a mob. Given mobs don’t leave bystanders – that means target.
Man, no wonder the kid looked spooked. Anyone who’d survived a mob tended to be traumatized for life.
Funny thing is, he looks like he’s trying to get over it. He wants to believe it won’t happen here.
Wanted to, even though the careful neutrality of the kid’s face said he didn’t believe a word of it. Which was just wrong. No teenager should automatically assume adults were lying-
Players, a voice gloated in Jack’s memory, welcome to my world.
-Except Kayaba had pulled them into the biggest lie of all: that Sword Art Online was just a game.
And then it killed them.
Jack still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He wasn’t sure anyone could, even the general. That something meant to be a training aid had turned into a two-year-long murder spree – it didn’t seem real.
Yet Silica hadn’t said a word when Kazuto had mentioned player-killers. She was just standing there, cuddling her purring dragon, as if she thought anything she might say could only make things worse.
And that means… damn. She knows people killed each other.
But she still trusts him. Heck, she thinks he’s the nicest guy in the room.
Which implied the girl was either hopelessly blind, or too scarily perceptive for her own good. He and Teal’c were good guys. Nice? Not so much.