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He is different from my other victims.
I am not usually met with such indifference, not since the likes of the witch, so I ponder his morality for a good few seconds, questioning his lack of hesitance when it comes to his “comrades”. Perhaps, he is too far gone, the lines of kleos and hubris a mere blur in his view of the world. Even when the less important one dares to step forward and confess his crime, the red in his eyes simply grows larger, a sign of disdain I am familiar with. The inferior one opens his mouth again to warn his captain of me, calling me a thing. The leader shows a twinge of resentment when I am called a thing yet still, he stands in the same stout position. It seems he is ready for a sacrifice, blinded by survival and hunger. I was punished unfairly by those in charge, so was he. A moment of like-mindedness and disarray consumes me, and I see the witch again. I realise the commander wants retribution, so I give him the vengeance he seems to be searching for. I feel no sympathy for the sacrifices, only a sense of similarity to the monster in front of me.