By the time the girl has finished her third merc, everybody else was down. Peter and Jester were already outside, checking if there are any more guests.
Not that everybody was dead, but Wen was walking around with a pistol, solving that. She didn't look bloodthirsty, showing no emotion at all.
- You see, Mary, that's how plans are gone. They face the circumstances. You can have a plan to relax on a sofa with a glass of nectar, but end up walking around and ensuring people are dead. And when done, you can't just return to the sofa, but instead move to some rat hole on the other side of the country. That's how all plans will always end, and Peter's are no exception.
- If you don't believe in his ideas, why ride with him? Just because you owe him?
- It's fun, allows me to avoid too much contact with outside world. And somewhat more secure, as a lone wolf, I wouldn't survive for long. The massacre has become a team sport a few centuries ago.
And it's exactly as you said, I just ride along. I don't fight for his ideas and don't take the risks he takes looking for followers.
- But if you had to choose...
- Well, that's exactly what my game is about, not letting others to put you in position where all choices are bad. Surely, it is quite likely that I will lose eventually. Then, there will be nothing to hold back the Beast. But if you are afraid to lose, you don't dare to win either.