I don't know [1/2]

Once again imitating a pancake, I felt my body being smashed to the ground. A split second later, the lights went out and I saw an interesting scene. Zachary Lynch was reading what looked like a pocket paperback. 

And all seven of my girls were sleeping in rather uncomfortable positions.

As someone who had personally tried to duel the Nightmare, I could understand. The lines between illusion and reality became blurred when you had to deal with this fucker. The Siren's had uncomfortable expressions, but none of them were injured. 

Zach, noticing my arrival, stood up as he put down his book.

"Did you get your answer, bastard?"

"I did. Zach, may I ask what your reason is? Why do you fight?"

The man in front of me adjusted his glasses as he looked at me in silence.

"I fight so that someone will keep David company."

"I see. Thank you for telling me."