Victor kind of felt bad that the girl was crying over people killing each other, but there was nothing he could really do about it. It’s not that he felt bad about telling her, it’s that it was a little uncomfortable to just sit near someone who was basically crying and not doing anything about it. In all honesty, he was more annoyed than guilty, but he at least felt slightly guilty, so that was something, right?

Looking at the girl, she was shorter than him. Victor [i]was[/i] pretty tall for his age, and she seemed to be about his age. It occurred to Victor that he didn’t even know her name.

[color=orange][b]“Look, you made a girl cry.”[/b][/color] His grandpa said in a bored, provocative tone. [color=orange][b]“I’m disappointed that I have a grandson like you”[/b][/color]

[color=00a99d]“Just shut up.”[/color] Victor muttered tiredly.

The girl was crying a little, and the atmosphere was getting pretty uncomfortable. Victor sighed and got up, walking towards the girl. He sat down in a cross-legged position near her, so he could be heard. He sat quietly for a second, watching the death matches. He sighed again after the pause, and began trying to console her a little.
[color=00a99d]“You know…”[/color] Victor said tentatively. [color=00a99d] “I think that at least they won’t die forever…”[/color]