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⠀ “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭. 𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.” 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠

— they moved closer, uncomfortably close. The dark emptiness under the hood being right in front of Einar’s face. “You.. will never understand what it is to be created. To understand what you are from the very begging. Your existence was not predetermined, cherish this fact.”

“Term of a slave would suggest I am.. alive. Do not be mistaken, I am not. I can pretend, yes. I have spoken to lesser beings for so very long, I can mimic nearly all their gestures.. I am a tool, still. An instrument.. A.. warden to creator’s work.”—

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— My purpose is to see their.. destruction. I do not enjoy the act, not the part of me you’re speaking to, but I see little weight in it, as it was my purpose, craft and will forever remain so. To answer your question, there is but one rule. None shall threaten my maker’s work”

“Rules are.. not the word, unfortunately. I am a tool, I do what I was made to do. Even in this.. horrid, decaying form. I rid of those who.. how does one describe that.. Those who threaten realm ensured to me. Be it willingly, unwillingly, knowingly or not.—

“Why yes, I am a killer. Ending a primitive life is.. a price so little for the things I do. I could almost call this price.. nonexistent, save for the payment to my hands. Which is still far better than risking my own fragile sanity.. bloodlust is a sin I cannot rid of.”

“Einar, do not consider me.. predictable, please. You greatly overestimate exclusivity of being my.. paid pair of hands, let us put it this way. There are more, fortunately, less.. underwhelming in their opinions.”

“That.. can be a relief, yes. I was starting to doubt what remained of my.. charm, if that’s the word. You may lower your guard when you see me, I do not kill by hand, therefore my presence means.. mostly safety.”

“If it mattered, I would feel.. insulted. But nevertheless, I feel rather.. what’s the phrase..? Called out. Do I unnerve you, Einar?”