Old Friends *R18

"Yes. Don't you think things are too crazy right now? Alien invasion aside, what about the system, the classes and skills? Who is behind that, but more importantly, why?"

"We haven't really discussed it in detail since we're in the midst of the apocalypse and you're quite busy with trying to save us."

"True, but don't you think this has bigger implications? Like why have a class and skill, you know? Don't you think it would make more sense to gain the ability to do something without artificial restrictions like an arbitrary cooldown or strange classifications like A, B, C?"

"Wait, what are you saying, John?"

"Forget it, I don't know what's gotten into me, Dalia."

They stared at the distant stars for a few minutes. Dalia squeezed his hand tightly as her chest heaved. John's eyebrows rose in surprise, "Are you crying?"

She buried her head in his chest, "No," her voice was weak and shaky.