The 100 Operators Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really love you

Chapter 29

1900 December 6 1096
Medical Wing
Inside Rhodes Island

"What? You want me to accompany Doctor?" A female with waist-length green hair and an ahoge, squints her molten orange eyes at Kal'tsit while holding her clipboard, "He never brought any medics with him before though."

Kal'tsit sighs, "Yes, but as you heard, he has become a different person, far from the one who would use brute force to solve the situation as quickly as possible."

"Hmmm, I thought that was a myth? Him, changed? I would rather become a mercenary medic again than go on one of his missions again."

"Blunt as always, operator Gavial. It's easier for you to go see for yourself if he's changed."

"Maybe later. I still need patients to look after and... Well, this... Is a coincidence."

"What?"

Gavial shows Kal'tsit the clipboard, making the latter to sigh and face palm at the same time.

"...Looks like I'm meeting him sooner than I thought."

1930 December 6 1096
Medical Wing Private Room
Inside Rhodes Island

"Multiple fractures in your arms. One rib broken that was close to puncturing your lung. Internal bleeding. Are you joking with me, Ashura?"

"Um... Practice gone overboard?"

Inside of a room, Ashura sweatdrops as he sinks deeper into his bed, trying to avoid the furious look of Kal'tsit aimed at him. He looks to the side and sees Gavial holding a bottle while walking to him.

"Accidents happen, Kal'tsit. No need to be so harsh on him," Gavial puts the bottle down and pokes at his chest, making him cough, "Hmm, now stay still as I heal you." She waves her weapon at him, then a green light envelops him.

Ashura feels a sudden pain in his chest that quickly goes away, same with his arms. When the pain went away, he slowly moves his left arm while his right arm goes to poke his chest.

"There, fixed your injuries, but don't make any sudden moves since your body needs time to adjust." Gavial puts her weapon near the wall then grabs the bottle, opening it to let out a nauseating stench that makes him gag while both of them don't react.

"Now, please drink this. This will help to make your body healthier."

"...Can I decline?"

"No."

"Ashura, I'm coming in." Atalanta comes into the room, only to blink as she sees him staring at the ceiling with dead eyes, "Was it really bad?"

Ashura rolls his head over, staring at her with his dead unblinking eyes, "Yes. Remind me to never come here again." Then looks up to the ceiling again.

She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says, "Males." Then walks over to a chair not near but not too far from his bed to sit.

Silence descends on them, neither of them knowing what to say, which gradually becomes awkward. Ashura closes his eyes as he licks his dry lip while Atalanta looks around the room.

"Hey, have thou eaten?" She asks, though slightly awkward.

"...I thought you would call me normally." He silently mutters, though in this room, he might as well have yelled at her.

Atalanta sighs, "Master. Answer me this. Why do thy really not want to kill now? After knowing that thy fear has been solved?"

"...I... Really don't know. I am just a normal –"

"Oh shut up with the normal. The moment thee became the unofficial leader of this place; thou had already ceased to be normal. I was being lenient for a change, yet you had taken advantage of it."

"That's your way of being lenient? You should have offered to protect me from everything!"

"I did. And I have another name added to my list of people I failed. That's why I will make sure you are more than capable of defending yourself if I am not there."

Silence once again descends, but this time both of them are glaring at each other, refusing to be the first one to back down. Eventually, Ashura sighs and looks down.

"...You're right... But... I don't want to become a murderer..."

"...Why?"

"I... Don't, can't explain it, but whenever I think of killing someone, I just feel this kind of pain in my head. Like something is repulsing the thought or maybe act of killing."

He sighs before quietly continuing, "You must think I am crazy or insane now. That's why I never wanted to tell you the truth... I know I am pathetic and –" He stops when he feels a gloved hand on his head, prompting him to look up with shock.

Atalanta sighs then takes her hand off, "Look, that might be your inner child telling you to not kill... Or something... I am not a doctor. Anyway, that... Child, I guess, knows that killing is bad, so it might be reminding you to not do it... Ummmm, I am more used to counseling childrens. So, yes, killing is bad but sometimes, there are people that want to kill you and everything you care, so, you need to decide whether to kill them first or let them kill you and everybody you care."

"...Can't I convince them to not?"

She snorts before squinting her eyes at him, "Really? Just. Really? What, are you planning to hold your arms up to them while they are swinging a sword at your head? So that you could get them to stop? There is a possibility of convincing them to not kill you but majority won't listen to you and just put an arrow into your head."

Sighing before quieting her voice, she continues, "Your first kill will always be the hardest... And should always be hard to do it. Never let killing become easy to you. For that moment, you shall become a monster that I would have to put down. But, if the alternative is all of your loved ones dead around you... What would you choose?"

Ashura slowly opens his mouth, "You suck at convincing people. Woah woah I was joking! Put away the bow!" He lifts his hands up to her to calm her down, "We are in a hospital, so please no explosions."

Atalanta icily glares at him as she hisses, "Just wait until you get out of here. An arrow with your name will be delivered to you."

"Please don't and I'm sorry for the joke... Erm, my answer... Can really be answered when that moment arrives."

"...Fine, that's probably the best answer I can get." She sighs as she leans into her seat, "Want me to get some food?"

"Um... I think I can move now? Gavial did say that I could after drinking that... Medicine."

"Alright... So, fifteen out of a hundred."

"Please don't remind me. Please or else I'll say about the number of you's you used just now."

"Like I care. I only say it to annoy thee."

"Oh, you bitch."

Both of them bicker as they go out of the room, not noticing a slight hole in the ceiling with an eye peering through it.

"Target is on the move. Move out."