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Seele really was naïve if she didn't think that was a possibility. Of course, Kazuki would rather have her nearby in case it really did come down to blows, thought enough to slow down his stride a little. Unfortunately he was just as vulnerable in this world as he was in the real world, though at least there he could take a beating from regular people--Graves was about twice his width and had the strength to beat him senseless. Or as previously demonstrated in the dungeon, he could actually kill him. Graves could very well kill Kazuki. This was not something he had previously considered and did not help his steadily increasing anxiety. What a stupid emotion.

Now that he thought about it, however, Seele's words really did ring true. This entire time Kazuki had operated on the grounds that they were all equal, but the truth of the matter was that they were far from it. Anyone that had chosen to go the tank or DPS route had the advantage if they relied on brute force to get what they wanted, whereas the casters and healers were at a disadvantage. Not to mention someone like Seele who didn't have [i]any[/i] offensive capabilities. The thought was enough to make his blood run cold and he had to hold back a groan. No wonder Graves had told him he was a hypocrite, he was useless even compared to Kalie considering she was a DPS, and even a bad DPS was better than a squishy healer.

At the mention of Priscilica, however, every other thought was tossed aside as he felt a weird pain in his stomach. No, it was in his chest. No, his throat. No, it was everywhere, he couldn't pinpoint it, but the urge to lose his lunch compounded with the feeling and his stride definitely slowed down. The one thing he knew was that he definitely shouldn't show his face at the guild hall. What if Luci was there? What if they were all there discussing his failure? That thought alone was enough to make him stop in his tracks, breathing suddenly becoming a hassle.

He couldn't do it. His legs stopped of their own accord and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't move. Was he dying? Was this more anxiety? Twenty four hours in this world and he was already crippled by something he scarcely felt. It was pathetic, but it was increasingly infuriating to fight. Years of shutting down his emotions and now he was a mess. Pathetic.

[color=plum]"Are you sure that's where he is?"[/color] Kazuki asked, his voice a little quieter than usual. [color=plum]"I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable."[/color]

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