Daru shook his head violently, breathing slightly ragged as he felt unnecessary guilt consuming him.
'No, I'm just being adaptable. If these honorless things would only fight me head-on, I wouldn't have to do this!'
Yes, that's simply it!
He had watched the Lost Damnedlings shamelessly flee to save their own skin almost every time.
Even the one he had just killed in the first abode had tried to escape at the last second, when its head was loosely dangling due to his failing to sever it cleanly in one go.
Daru still felt a little uncomfortable.
However, he was not planning on doing anything else, taking deep breaths — one after another — as he consoled himself.
He was able to convince himself with one word he stumbled upon while rummaging through thousands in his thoughts: survival.
Yes.
He was only trying to survive in the hellscape while having a bit of fun; what's so wrong with that?
