After everything that had happened to me and the awful feelings from dissecting the wolf, Eve and I continued on our way through the dungeons. After all, life wasn't going to stop and wait for my trauma to pass.
I wished I had my mask to hide my face, but since we were going to be spending so much time in the dungeon, I hadn't brought it, thinking it was unnecessary.
A bad call on my part. I could be hiding my face right now if I had it. Normally, I only wanted to wear it when going to the guild, so it never even crossed my mind to bring it just for hiding my expression.
It had been five days since that incident. We'd made it down to the 14th floor, and every time Eve killed something, I'd watch with disgust until the feeling finally faded.
She forced this change on me, so I at least want to see it through to the end. In five days, I'd managed to clean five wolves and open up two goblins to retrieve their cores. I hated every single second of it.
