Prelude to the Catastrophe (Part two)
"And wait, what the hell are you talking about again?" Mom stood to my left.
"Ah?"
"You were speaking gibberish." Dad weirdly stood in front of me.
"Why are you guys blocking me?"
And the hell did they mean by gibberish? I was speaking just fine, thank you very much!
"That thing doesn't look beatable," Uncle mumbled.
Huh?
Wha?
This guy?
The world's most terrifyingly terrifying terrorist saying he couldn't beat something without even trying to fight it?
Was that a joke?
"That's great and all but we don't have a choice," I said.
She was targeting me. So, it was more like I didn't have a choice.
"You just got married, kid. Would be a shame if you were to get injured or something," he said.
And that's why they were standing in front of me? And that's why it was okay for them to get hurt instead?