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Now RolePlay time.
I've just taken his life, I’ve just tear his soul from his body. We were alone in the dark... While I was deciding about the fate that I reserved to him, I noticed he was staring at me, determined as if he gave me a challenge. I started to contemplate him, wondering: Why he isn’t scared? Why he doesn’t try to run away... or to ask pardon? I looked at him until he interrupts the silence and asks me:
D-Soul: So what are you waiting for? Why are you staring at me like that?
Ander : I was thinking.
D-Soul: From the way you will get rid of me I guess.
Ander : No, I try to understand.
D-Soul: Understanding what?
Ander : Why you’re not afraid. You have in front of you someone who has the power to erase you, but... You're staring at me, straight in the eye without fear. I find this… Fascinating ...
D-Soul: Fascinating? Are you kidding me? You killed me! You've stolen my life! You don’t have what you wanted?!
Ander : No... I wanted fear… Yes, fear and despair... Everyone I emptied their life feared me. And everything I had with you, it's boldness and courage. I feel an unpleasant feeling of emptiness, and almost of remorse. A pure disgust.
D-Soul : What difference does it make? You expect me to still remove your moods and do not interest me.
Ander: Pff, it would be too easy to annihilate you. I prefer targets that can defend and face me. In your state you can’t do anything, a prisoner in the palm of my hand. Well... I'll give you back the life I've taken; I don’t want to have a bad conscience.
D-Soul: Don’t even expect an ounce of recognition, especially not after what you’ve done . Ander: I wasn’t expecting some. You can hate me, that won’t change something in me. I have so many enemies that one more would not change anything.
When the soul has returned in the lifeless body, the mortal started walking away. He looked at me twice, each time with a really nasty expression on his face. I stared him walking away with no expression on my face, like if I was away, lost in my thoughts... And then I realized I was starting to despise what I'm supposed to protect. How ironic this situation is...
