At World's End

Entry 60

Number 2.

That was the number on Veronica’s attire.

Maybe that was the reason she thought herself special.

Obviously since I could figure out why the numbers on our uniforms existed, it was easy for others to guess it as well.

So that meant she was doubtful even though Doctor Philip had said it himself.

She was doubtful that a powerful Otherworldly like the Dreamer had it’s sights on me.

But was that a thing to compete in?

At the end of the day, we’d all still be dead yet she insisted on being petty and focusing on minor details.

It was pathetic and honestly quite annoying.

I could give up my role of leader to anyone but not a bitch like her that couldn’t understand the situation properly.

“Is it because you have some weird ability to communicate with them?” Veronica suddenly spoke up. “Is it so special in the first place?... Those are monsters and the fact that you can communicate with them means one thing and one thing alone.”

I snorted. “And what’s that?”

“That you are a monster yo