"Well..." I didn't too much, in all honesty. Killing didn't seem so bad as originally though, but only because I had actually done it. I figured it was like flying for the first time: it's scary at first, but then it becomes rather trivial. Despite this, I could definitely tell the stranger beside me had similar feelings. "..." I continued staring at the corpse, glad no one else came to this park while we remained still. We were clearly overlooking a corpse and the land below, covered with a thin strip of white clouds.

I honestly still couldn't believe I killed someone. My skin was either a palish black from being burnt or really my emotions coming through. "Just help me carry this man's corpse over the edge." I said, with haste as I started I pick at the grpyhon's arm before fully grabbing it. I overestimated my physical strength and ended up stretching my arm and leaving a trail of wet goo around me, splattering almost. "Bugger."

I started rubbing my head as I got my arm back into place, but I could tell by the dragon's reactions that he wasn't impressed. "Look, mate." I began to reason with myself and the stranger, clearing my throat and still shivering from the experience. "Chances are, he would've reported back to the Knights of Balance if he was knocked out, then we'd be swarmed by all sorts of mercenaries, wizards and knights." I explained, trying to make light of an incredibly bad situation. "I didn't want to do it, but... well, mind goes blank, stress invokes fight or flight, and in all honesty it means the next Knight of Balance marauder won't even recognise us." Some logic calmed me down, but I wasn't so sure about the stranger. "At least two people didn't die today. What's your name, first of all?"