[center][h2][color=red]Sheffield[/color][/h2][/center]

[quote=@hotsyrup]“Looks like things haven’t been too great for you either.” She paused for a moment. “Sorry if I’m assuming too much. I’m Lyra, by the way. Tonight has just been, a bit much. So much death. I never… expected so much of it when I became a hunter. I don’t know what I expected. I’m sure you think I’m a fool.”[/quote]

Sheffield couldn't help but feel a little alarmed when she started to get depressing.

[color=red]"Don't be hard on yourself now, Lyra,"[/color] he said comfortingly. [color=red]"Anyone and everyone could suffer much. Me? It's nearly my birthday, yet I was chased by the walking dead hardly a few hours ago. But I put them down, made sure they won't come back up. You could just... swing a sword at these kind of problems. But that's nothing to all the humans staring at you right?"[/color]

Sheffield considered what he said, then sat on the ground. [color=red]"Sorry. About the humans, I mean, I don't mean to scare you or... such. If they were humans. I don't know what happened, but if what I guess is true, then I'm very much worried for my friend."[/color]

He looked up at the night sky. Rather white, like Lyra's hair, or his lost friend's hair, supposedly.

He said off-handedly, not sure what to say anymore, [color=red]"The red splotch here, on my hair? It's just a dead man's blood. I ended up hearing his breaths. The ones at the ends of my hair are natural, though. But both of us definitely saw dead people, if there's comfort in that, Lyra."[/color]