“Well, it’s not like alcohol gets any better if I keep it in my inventory, and I don’t know that many people so I don’t have many chances to drink it…” Kirito gave a silly shrug. Silica laughed and then took another sip. The somehow nostalgic taste slowly softened her heart, which had hardened because of the many sad things that had happened this day. After she finished drinking, Silica held the cup to her chest as if she still longed for its warmth. She then turned her gaze downwards to the table and said quietly: “…Why… do they say such mean things…” Kirito’s expression turned serious as he put his cup down and then opened his mouth. “Is SAO your first MMORPG?” “It’s my first.” “Oh right — In any online game, there’re many players whose personalities change when they wear the mask of their character. There are people who become kind, as well as others who become evil… They called it roleplaying in the past, but I think it’s different in SAO.” Kirito’s gaze sharpened. “Even though we’re in such a difficult situation… Well, it’s impossible for all the players to work together at clearing the game. But there are too many people who enjoy watching others suffer, stealing items—and even those who kill others.” Kirito looked straight at Silica. There seemed to be a deep sadness behind his anger.