[Sadrain]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

Her mouth twitched, as if she was about to laugh or smile. He seemed so shocked, as if her reply had brought a revelation of sorts upon him. Unfortunately, it seemed to be far from bull's eye. There was huge difference between wanting to understand Amante, as if he was a psychological test subject, and caring how he felt.

Leila shook her head lightly, stopped and looked over her shoulder. She chuckled quietly, but it had a mean undertone, and the small smile turned into smirk. Amante was being the ridiculous one, thinking that she would want him to feel better - as if there was anything to feel much compassion for, from what she knew. Even if his head was about to explode from pain, it was solely his own fault.

"Believe what you will," deciding against engaging into further discussion. It would be pointless and Leila did not really care how Amante perceived her, and it was also hard to deny that she was socially awkward. She had not been in normal society for most of her life and had lost all interest to become a member of it. In the end, it was just lies and games anyway.

The girl began moving forward again, faster now. After all, this had given no results, as expected.