Killian slumped onto the bean bag in Severine's room.
For some reason, this had become one of his favorite spots to lounge.
Sometimes, he would sit there and work, though the files on his laptop would remain on the same page for a long while before being changed.
And the reason for his distraction was currently fluttering around the room, putting things in place while giving orders to Samuel over the phone.
This fluffly bean bag allowed him to sit low, looking up at her, putting him in the perfect position to track every move she made.
She always preferred to do things on her own. She was searching for something, regarding The Xing, he guessed.
That was what she was talking about on the phone.
Something about saving people? But was that necessary, though?
There were too many people in this world. Always yapping away, causing so much noise pollution.
Death was, in its simplicity, the best way to deal with them.
