[...Those last words manage to keep him silent, a shiver running down his spine.
He's still angry at Death, oh yes he is. He's not fond of being mocked. He won't be played with.
And yet... he can't do much but to stay silent and stare at the 20 cm tall jerk. This was never a matter of belief. It was a matter of honor. He was now the very thing he hated: someone whose sacrifice only brought pain and nothing more. Him being alive destroyed what he died for.
Ironic.
He wanted to say it, but he stopped. Death wouldn't listen. No-- Death wouldn't care. And that was the thing that angered him the most.]
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He's still angry at Death, oh yes he is. He's not fond of being mocked. He won't be played with.
And yet... he can't do much but to stay silent and stare at the 20 cm tall jerk. This was never a matter of belief. It was a matter of honor. He was now the very thing he hated: someone whose sacrifice only brought pain and nothing more. Him being alive destroyed what he died for.
Ironic.
He wanted to say it, but he stopped. Death wouldn't listen. No-- Death wouldn't care. And that was the thing that angered him the most.]