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It’s ok, he wasn’t offended, this wasn’t the first time he died.

Nathair awoke in another room much like the room for the first mirror, not a drop of blood on him, and that was a first. Well, it wasn’t a first it was just very rare. Especially when he blacked out.

Dying was awkward, dying was never not awkward. It required a lot more explanation that he was really willing to give.

   ‘You are a failure. I can see why your father didn’t love you.’

So. it was a lie to say Nathair didn’t feel emotions anymore, because he felt hatred in crystal clear nuances of reddened pain. But he didn’t feel emotions-except cognitively. He was completely, blindingly calm as he plotted the excruciating murder of the monster behind the mirrors. It was very odd thing that happened to him; just about anything else he could numb out and not feel but anger wasn’t a passive emotion. Perhaps, it was the last color he could see as clear and vibrantly as before. And maybe, he enjoyed the pain of having hate because it kept him alive.

“Go, restart in the next trial. Be warned though, you will only have two more chances. Perhaps you will do better in the next trial.”

“Go hook up a ghoul.” Nathair mumbled acidly.

What was with that other person It summoned- Nithel. “No guilt” indeed, everyone’s guilty of some measure of greed, some selfishness, some part that’s willing to do whatever it takes for you want more than anything. Selfishness was a survival instinct.

Just because he wouldn’t admit it to the monster didn’t mean he believe he was a greedy, selfish murderer.

   “Accept your unforgiveness and vengefulness.”

“Fine. Can I start with killing you?”