"When. How. What did I do that made him figure it out?"
Blandina stared into those blue eyes, unable to decide whether the right answer was to attack, run, or pretend she didn't understand.
None of the three seemed like a good option.
"Fighting Eugen at my current level is suicide." She thought. "So I have to say something. Anything. Buy some time."
"Eugen, I..."
"You asked me how I got these injuries." He cut her off, letting go of her hand and picking up his shirt with absurd casualness, as if the word Gamer had been nothing more than a comment about the weather. "I was fighting one."
She fell silent.
"Oh."
Eugen smiled, not at her, but at himself, facing the mirror as he buttoned his shirt. "Hahaha." He thought. "I answered like that just to see how she'd react. Just to see."
That was Eugen.
A little crazy, in a way that only became visible once you stopped watching what he did and started watching why he did it.
"Yes." He said. "A Gamer."
