[Sadrain]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

"It's you who assumes I am judging. I am just observing and trying to understand." Her voice was calm, for it was the truth. She was beyond judging him - Amante was already in the category of fools, for her. Only the reason and level of foolishness was depending. No, Amante was not stupid. Certainly not stupid. But the way he lived his life was stupid for her. Not that, when strictly looking at her self, Leila was living wisely either. Everyone had pointed it out at her, and trying to find the 'correct' path, she had lost it completely between piles of dead bodies, which everyone had said held the key to truth.

Even before Amante spoke again, the girl slid down from the pipe, stopping about a half meter above the ground, and keeping a certain distance from him, began to float towards the outpost. She had a patrol to finish, then she would be free... As much as someone like her could be.