Sixty looked at his hands, full of blue blood, at first, he felt rage, anger, jealousy for that Android that for some reason always treated him well.

Tears started to come out of his eyes, processing what happened, in the distance police sirens sounded, he was scared.

He looked down, looking at you with pure regret. You looked at him weakly, you watched as he dropped the axe he used on you. “i-i'm S-sorry, i'm sorry!!” He repeated in desperation.