Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Chapter 1136: How about that?

With a calm reply from Dax, he easily anchored the direction of the conversation into something entirely different—and it's impressive, don't get me wrong—though he was doing the same thing he was accusing Camille of doing, which was painting someone in a bad light to look great in another.

He had this eloquent and confident way of speaking but being someone's shoulder to cry on wasn't at the top of what makes someone a good person. But yeah, I let him cook and finagle his way to everyone else's mind to see how far he'd take it before I decide whether to waste his efforts or not.

However, Kaley was already giving me this look of, "Why aren't you doing anything?" but it took her a second to understand my intentions.

I did say I'd give them a bit of freedom and treat them fairly, but if they go a certain threshold—like everyone else, for that matter—I might do something that their group might consider oppression or something along those lines because they do think that type of way sometimes.

But yeah, Camille isn't a pushover either.

"SO WHAT DID SHE TELL YOU, HUH?!"

"I dunno, you tell us. Can you?"

"FINE! IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES! I— I'm the bad sister that introduced her to all her vices: be it alcohol, tobacco, weed, etc. In my head, I thought if I gave her a taste of it, she'd understand how bad it is for you if you abuse it, but unfortunately, I can't be there every single time."

"Like when this place collapsed, right? Typical—"

Camille just glared at Dax, "Ass! I'll admit I'm responsible for all of that but I'm the one who pulled her out of the trash heap she was living in and sent her to rehab after our parents disowned her— US! THEY DISOWNED US! WE'RE THE STAIN IN THE FAMILY! WANNA HEAR MORE?!"

Dax still looked indifferent, "Sure."

She spat on the ground, "Let me tell you: you're the same type of trash that got in her head while I was away and did all of that shit— and you know what's disgusting? She's pregnant at that time too… We tried to keep the baby alive but he died in her arms… That's what happened. And now, you fucks are doing the same shit that happened to her and you're putting it all on me—"

"Are we wrong though—"

"AT LEAST I'M ADMITTING I'M WRONG, YOU PIECE OF TRASH! ALL YOU DO YOUR FUCKING LIFE IS WASTE AWAY AND BLAME EVERYONE ELSE FOR YOUR PROBLEMS! I WASN'T THERE WHEN IT COUNTS BUT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT HER IN THAT STATE EITHER! IF YOU'RE HER REAL FRIENDS, OR GOD FORBID, HER FAMILY, YOU SHOULD BE TAKING CARE OF HER LIKE YOUR OWN!

NOT LETTING HER BATHE IN A PILE OF HER OWN VOMIT AND HAVING STRANGERS TAKE CARE OF HER INSTEAD! SHE COULD'VE BEEN DEAD IF IT WEREN'T FOR THEM!"

"..."

"YOU TALK ABOUT FIGHTING WHILE FEELING ALL ALONE BUT YOU ALSO GAVE UP LIKE THE REST OF US! YOU BARELY DID SHIT AND YOU GOT SOMEONE YOUR AGE TO HANDLE SHIT BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED! IF YOU'RE THAT GREAT, WHY'D YOU STOP HALFWAY?!

YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING GREAT AND YOU THINK YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN TREATED BETTER BECAUSE DADDY NEVER LOVED YOU AND JUST THREW YOU ALL THAT MONEY BUT MORE PEOPLE HAD MORE PROBLEMS THAN YOU!"

Sheepy clapped back, "WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU BITCH?! AGAIN, WHY DIDN'T YOU COME YOURSELF?!"

Camille shook her head, "You still don't get it? I'll admit I'm scared to death at what could've happened to me and my sister but I was more scared that if I go out, I might never see her or see her like one of those abominations that could mimic our speech. I'd rather die.

You see, I'm not afraid to admit that I barely got my shit together but all you kids are just toughing it out and faking it— I'm sorry, but did you really lose people or just chucked them off so you could garner some sympathy?"

"THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT—"

"Who's to say you fucks are just out of your minds— Running around with the guns you took from the soldiers YOU killed just to play around with them?! Who's to say you really tried to get out?! You paint yourselves as heroes as you've lost people but you barely did shit. The ones who died for your whims should at least be honored, not you fucks who—"

"NOW YOU'RE CALLING US LIARS?! BITCH—"

At this point, Dax had already taken a passive stance—completely unmoving to somehow get unnoticed by everyone—when Sheepy stepped in so I took it upon myself to save everyone's time and to get to the bottom of what really happened.

And since this place still had electricity and running water, it was pretty obvious that there would be CCTV footage all around the area because this is a fucking airport, and with a sick fuck of a security detail running the show, he'd probably enjoy his free time just peeping on everyone he could.

I waved them all off, "Alright. That's enough, let's all go to the security area."

Dax asked, "Why?"

"So we could see what really went down. A good number of the cameras are in working order. Even the ones we destroyed earlier. You see, a good six months of footage could be saved, maybe even more with the backups restored."

"..."

Camille turned to Dax, "Why so quiet? Afraid your shit might get exposed?"

Dax shook his head, "Nah. I'm already enjoying the quietness once you shut your trap because we did try to get out, we just needed the help."

"Hmph! We'll see about that."

For some reason, both parties were that eager to see the other side wrong but this wasn't what I was expecting. It could be the last hurrah for the real perpetrator but once we took several hours of our time to check each moment from specific points in time, over and over, and at different angles, everyone wasn't happy from what we found.

'How about that?'