[Alice's POV]
"Lar," Alice called out, approaching him.
He was still shopping for shoes, almost as though he actually needed them.
"What's wrong?" Lar asked, narrowing his eyes. "It's unlike you to approach me out of nowhere. I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you, I just don't like you," Alice said with a shrug. "But this is a bit more important."
Lar grumbled. "What are you waiting for then? Tell me."
"He knows we know," Alice stated, making Lar halt in place.
"...How?" he asked, speechless. "What really happened, Alice? Did he die when we did? I can feel animosity with him since he's a prick, but I don't think that's the only reason."
"As I said hundreds of times already, I don't remember. So stop asking," Alice shot back before turning around. "I'll go tell the others. You can continue shopping for stuff you don't even need."
Lar shrugged in response, and soon, Alice began walking away.
Clearly, a lot was on her mind.
