[And again, he simply laughs. Because he knows—even if he tried to hate Minato now, he wouldn't be able to.
He wouldn't be able to like himself either. He never has, even before Minato came along. Minato's merely broken down the wall he used so that he didn't have to acknowledge it.
Once his laughter dies down, he finally faces Minato, his eyes still glowing red and a smirk present on his face.]
Allow me to tell you something.
I have been taking others' lives since I was born. I devoured my way into the world from inside the womb of a human woman. I could kill a full grown man before I even knew how to read.
[Flashes of the people he killed as children appear through his bubble—people who made a move against him first, and people who were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.]
I've been killing humans my entire life, and not once did I think twice. I never thought it to be wrong to kill... until you came along. For the first time in my life, I've wondered if perhaps this isn't all right after all. If perhaps humans can truly be as kind as you've acted.
[He laughs again.]
Yet... if it's wrong to kill humans, then what does that make me, having murdered others since the day I was born? A monster, doesn't it? Just as the world decided.
[Another laugh, though this one sounds vaguely like he's crying, even though he isn't.]
At the very least, it means that I'm nothing more than a murderer, as humans always believed. So do you really think that everything will be fine merely by hating you? Do you truly believe that that will help anything?
If I choose to, then that is the same as accepting that humans are, indeed, worth nothing more than the dirt beneath my feet. I will thus render any 'deal' we might've had void and devour them as I please.
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He wouldn't be able to like himself either. He never has, even before Minato came along. Minato's merely broken down the wall he used so that he didn't have to acknowledge it.
Once his laughter dies down, he finally faces Minato, his eyes still glowing red and a smirk present on his face.]
Allow me to tell you something.
I have been taking others' lives since I was born. I devoured my way into the world from inside the womb of a human woman. I could kill a full grown man before I even knew how to read.
[Flashes of the people he killed as children appear through his bubble—people who made a move against him first, and people who were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.]
I've been killing humans my entire life, and not once did I think twice. I never thought it to be wrong to kill... until you came along. For the first time in my life, I've wondered if perhaps this isn't all right after all. If perhaps humans can truly be as kind as you've acted.
[He laughs again.]
Yet... if it's wrong to kill humans, then what does that make me, having murdered others since the day I was born? A monster, doesn't it? Just as the world decided.
[Another laugh, though this one sounds vaguely like he's crying, even though he isn't.]
At the very least, it means that I'm nothing more than a murderer, as humans always believed. So do you really think that everything will be fine merely by hating you? Do you truly believe that that will help anything?
If I choose to, then that is the same as accepting that humans are, indeed, worth nothing more than the dirt beneath my feet. I will thus render any 'deal' we might've had void and devour them as I please.
And if I choose not to, then...