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[thetrickstergod]

... Kilvas is safe.

Ha, I'll go meet death with -- can I really say it? What a world we live in -- a clear conscience now.

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[for_myworld]

Naesala?!

[thetrickstergod]

Some bad trash from back home got dredged up here. Don't worry about me, Lenalee.

[for_myworld]

...

Well excuse me for worrying about a friend who says he's going off to die.

[thetrickstergod]

Hah.

All right, little Lenalee, if you insist. I hear death's not permanent here, anyway.

[for_myworld]

Why would you go and do a thing like that in the first place?!

[thetrickstergod]

... Let's just say there was death involved. Lots of it.

I wasn't innocent.

[for_myworld]

So you think the answer is to go and get yourself killed too?

[thetrickstergod]

Quite fatalistic of me, isn't it?

[for_myworld]

It's...it's stupid is what it is, Naesala!

...Don't you think...you matter to people?

[thetrickstergod]

. . .

I am Kilvas's king. As long as my people are safe, I couldn't care less about what happens to me.

[for_myworld]

What if your people aren't going to be safe without you?

[thetrickstergod]

If you're trying to make me see the "value of my own life," I commend your effort.

[for_myworld]

What good will it do anyone if you die? Those things happened in memories, it's the past. You can't go back and change it. What will taking one more life solve?

[thetrickstergod]

Honor's a strange thing, isn't it?

[for_myworld]

There's no honor in dying because you're too afraid to face up to what you did.

[thetrickstergod]

Hah, I agree. There's no honor in death. After all, all you become is a pile of stinking maggots. What there is, though, is justice, and I can't deny a man his right to that, can I?