[ she makes sense, more than billy's own mind is making sense right now. he doesn't enjoy killing, even if it's a world-eating parasite like mother; it's an even more complicated situation when one's attackers look human and seem to act like it, if somewhat like the undead. billy's mind calls up all the instances of staying up marathoning television shows about monsters and whatnot, trying to convince himself that as much as his universe is messed up with all the villains and differing kinds of evil, at least zombies aren't the prevailing monster of the day everyday.
this place doesn't seem to be that lucky. the attackers keep coming, nigh innumerable in billy's eyes — so he closes them against the sight. ]
Hold on! [ billy yells to the valkyrie, clutches her hand tightly in both of his as he propels them upwards with magic, and flies over the converging horde. ]
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this place doesn't seem to be that lucky. the attackers keep coming, nigh innumerable in billy's eyes — so he closes them against the sight. ]
Hold on! [ billy yells to the valkyrie, clutches her hand tightly in both of his as he propels them upwards with magic, and flies over the converging horde. ]