People were walking onto the raft, although a few remained on the plane, still talking. They would move soon, though, and hopefully, get away. Andrew sighed as Aria and Remus spoke, everyone was obviously tired. He still didn't say anything, people seemed as if they would react offended to even the friendliest words. Besides, Andrew didn't have a motivation anymore, it would take some time to regain position, to make people trust him, and lower their guards.
Why do I even bother? Sometimes, I don't know.
He didn't care about other people, most of the time. He got along with them, through lies and deceit, because humans disliked what was different. Although he had no intention of actually joining Loki, he realized that the only thing stopping him from wanting that was morals. Morals he had because of society. There hadn't been any personal objections, nor did he find it a stupid thing to do, in a different situation. He felt no guilt, or shame considering this, but the only reason he had been so sure of that he was lying was because killing was wrong. According to the law.
I should be more opposed to it, the very least. Else I wouldn't have had those... wrong thoughts. But that was stress. Besides, killing is necessary now. Killing innocents people, however, is not. But is this why I'm not trying to make people trust me again?
No, that wasn't why he was feeling off. He just didn't feel like it was worth it, for the first time in his life. Then again, when was the last time he had lost face in front of people like that?
Not like I'm the only one acting off, almost no one reacted at all to the slaughter inside there. There is a limit to what one can get used to, and stomach, for most people. Should I even bother trying to keep this up? Or could I finally just act like I feel like?
He would decide after some rest. Perhaps find a bar, and a random woman drunk enough to consider a one-night stand. Sure, most weren't worth trying to persuade, but if he wanted to, he could easily find someone willing. Or make them willing, flatter them with nice words, seduce them, and convince them it would be great. If he told them he was a soon to be surgeon, and proved it by showing his knowledge, they trusted him more easily. Everyone trusts a doctor, after all. It wouldn't be the first time he had done that outside the US, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. Even if it turned out that most didn't understand much English.
Provided, of course, they managed to avoid getting found by someone.
