I looked at the plate of pasta in front of me, twirling the noodles with the fork before finally taking a bite. Resting my head on the palm of my hand, with my elbow propped up on the table, I just thought about things.
Big responsibilities were coming up, even starting. Bunch of slayers, me being one of the in-charge people. I'd done it before, and fought something with less girls, and probably a lot more powerful. The First was sort of the thing that created evil.
But, this was something sorta new. I didn't feel as alone in all of this. And the possible addition of a new at least partially trained slayer didn't make things worse.
Another bite of the pasta and I was off in daydream land.
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