Zamasu & Lydia: The Unshippables - Behold this trainwreck

[ewww_mortals]

The big mistake his companion had made was clinging to a mortal body, deeming it the only way to ensure victory. And Zamasu remembers that he had rolled his eyes right before the other died, calling him a fool for craving power instead of immortality. Because what is all that power when that mortal body became older? Nothing. That power would wane and eventually it would disappear completely. Like that body would rot and turn into bones.

And now he is alone with an entire cosmos to watch over. Zamasu did not really mind being alone. He has never been one for friendship and the only one he could truly stand was a version of himself from a far away past who chose mortality over everything else.

And then there is this disgusting undead thing called Lydia. Just like him she cannot be killed. Really, he tried it many times but never succeeded. And she always tried to return the favor but it never worked. And eventually they reached some sort of stalemate. And that stalemate had evolved into some sort of strange agreement where they came to tolerate each other's existence.

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"I did not expect to find mortals here," he says before he closes the door behind him. "Worry not, they have met their ends." Then his eyes narrow a little and the look on his face becomes a little wary. No one hides mortals away so they can escape his justice. No mortal will ever escape a god's justice. Not ever.

"Have you kept them from me?"

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[wonderland_vogue]

This whole arrangement was strange to her, ending up somewhere she hadn't quite planned on and just as alone as she'd never wanted to be. She'd become this undead immortal thing in order to bring a brother back, in order to stay for perpetuity with her twin brother. And now he was gone and she was doing nothing but floating in what felt like a void of emptiness, surviving as she had to.

It was almost soothing in a way to know there was someone just as mad about this situation as she was.

But of course he'd find those mortals, ones that had been tortured and played with for as long as she could possibly manage. Some wishing for death if they still had their minds, others nothing but husks of flesh at this point, minds broken and gone. Not that she seemed particularly bothered by the question, merely changing the colors of her nails with her ridiculous magic.

"Pretty sure we've had this discussion that I need to feed on suffering to keep what sanity I have intact, darling. But I shouldn't expect you to remember or care about anyone that isn't you, hm?"

[ewww_mortals]

Oh he knows and he does not really care. Maybe if this creature would not have any suffering to feed herself with she would spiral down into insanity. And that insanity could eventually lead to her death. And when she'd be dead the cosmos would reach a full 100% balance. Divine perfection.

"You should mind your words." Zamasu pulls a disgusted face because she truly and completely disgusts him. And yet again, she is the only being left in an empty universe. "Do not forget who you are speaking to."

He looks around himself for a couple of minutes, searching for any sort of spiritual energy that might belong to a mortal. Knowing Lydia there should be more. She has never listened to his demands.

"Do not ask questions you are already able to answer by yourself. That is a waste of my time."

And Zamasu does not like that.

"You are hiding another mortal..."

He does not like that either.

[wonderland_vogue]

Leading to insanity is certainly the path she would take, but she would become more of a rabid dog than something that would die. Unfortunate for Zamasu, certainly, but she's not terribly keen on going down that path any time soon.

Of course his words are merely causing her to roll her eyes and finally settle on a nice shade of fluorescent green just to piss him off with how insanely obnoxious it is. "You keep saying those words and yet you seem to forget that I can't die, the same as you. I'm also not the one that's poking the bear, as it were, I was content and fine with leaving you alone, but you just keep coming back and crying for my attention. Not sure if it's pathetic or annoying at this point." Not that she's doing any better, but she can pretend to be better in this situation.

The mortal comment causes a faint hint of a grin to tug at her lips before she's leaning back in her chair with a small hum. "Oh, that one. You can have that one all you want, he was only useful for about a day or two. Now he's just crying in a fetal position last I checked on him... I think about two weeks or so ago?"

[ewww_mortals]

"As long as you allow mortals to live, I will come to take them from you."

To Zamasu all mortals are the same. Whether they are whole, broken, young or old. They are all a part of a great evil that threatens the existence of every planet and every universe. They have all sinned and they all need to be punished.

A joyless chuckle escapes his mouth when she says that.

"Then why don't you just perish? Allow insanity to embrace you and consume you." He tucks his hands behind his back and crosses the small room with four large steps, passing her as if she isn't sitting there at all. Then he crouches down to open a small hatch and well, there it was.

A very filthy mortal.

"I will not be touching that. You get it out of there."

[wonderland_vogue]

"All of them have an expiration date, I can always get more~" How she manages to do that is anyone's guess, but she has her sources and she's not about to reveal them to him of all people. Of course not.

For whatever reason those words are getting under her skin, causing her to bristle for but a moment until she's calming herself down and is just looking at the roof above her. "I wouldn't die even if I did that. Insanity doesn't mean I've died, it just means I've lost my control. All I'd focus on is hunting, but even then it wouldn't kill me." That's just the simple fact of the matter and she's been too close to that point before to be fond of going near it ever again.

"Nah. I'm not moving from this spot. If you want to kill him, then it's your job to get him out of there or figure something out. I don't make the rules, darling~"

[ewww_mortals]

"But you would. Losing control would not make you anything better than that."

He extends his arm in a slow and fairly dramatic way and points at whatever is left of the mortal she has been torturing. And yes, he noticed that bristling and he likes it when he manages to get under her skin. All he had to do was to push and push until she'd lose her temper.

"It would truly be pathetic to lead such a life. You would never die. You would live through everything."

There is a grin on his face now and he knows very well that he misses certain aspects of his old life as well and he knows very well that the largest aspect entails the end of his mortal past self.

"I would not take pride in that, Lydia."

[wonderland_vogue]

Everything he does is dramatic, it's as irritating as it is amusing, depending on what he's aimed towards. For now she's just letting out a bark of a laugh, that guy might as well be dead given he looks nothing but skin and bones and not responding to anything in the slightest other than to shake.

"All I could do is watch as my body moves to do as it will, without any input. A truly pathetic existence, but then I could finally rest in a way. Sounds almost nice in a way, not like I'd have to mentally do anything anymore. Locked away in a metaphorical prison of my mind, or what was my mind." She's finally putting that chair back on the floor properly and turning to straddle the back of it instead, chin resting on the top of the back. "But then you'd be by yourself and isn't that what you want?"

[ewww_mortals]

"No, I would never want to be an empty shell, running around aimlessly. That you even consider such a thing proves how inferior you truly are."

And he does not like the way that mortals shakes It means there is still life in him. And they simply do not deserve to live. Just like Lydia does not deserve to live. Yet here she is. And here he was. Finally he releases a small ki-blast from his hands to make the shaking stop.

"Do you think I would allow loneliness to consume me?"

[wonderland_vogue]

"You know, I was mortal once. Only become immortal like this to keep something, to protect something, and now that isn't here anymore. So there's really no point in continuing on as I do, so perhaps an empty shell would be more appropriate." It's almost reflection, but it's also underlined with wanting to poke at him and get him to crack. She's fairly certain he's not fond of these metaphorical questions or actions, but she's never been above using them for her own purposes.

She doesn't even flinch at that blast anymore, merely shrugging and shifting her head to let her cheek settle on the chair back instead.

"You can claim to be above everyone and everything as much as you want, no one can survive without someone or something else."

[ewww_mortals]

"You have told me that. And I have repeatedly told you that I do not care. I understand what you are trying to do. I will not give you that satisfaction."

Because Zamasu just does not care. He has learned to let go of a lot of things in his existence. Some went easily, others were difficult. But to him the most important thing was to preserve himself. His mind, his ideals, his position in the cosmos. It was all about him. And he wanted things to be about him.

"I can survive a lot." And he survived the end of his other self just like he survived a lot of different things. They achieved their goal. They brought balance back to the cosmos. And now he just had to make sure that it would stay that way. "And I still stand. Even without my other self. He does not define me the way your companions defined you."

It is a lie.

[wonderland_vogue]

For the moment she merely remains silent, just watching him, looking for anything to tell her that his words are complete bullshit. She's spent a hell of a lot of time just observing people, figuring out how they tick, and he's still a good bit of an enigma to her, something that just evades her grasp any time she tries to put things together.

Annoying.

"That's the difference between us. I had people I cared about, you evidently didn't. I'd rather keep that about myself, whether it's considered a weakness or not. You clearly wouldn't understand, anyway, what a shame."

[ewww_mortals]

Zamasu moves to close the hatch with his foot, knowing very well that she is watching him again like that. Trying to detect the lie in his words. Did she truly think she would be able to detect the lie in the words of a god?

"My other self and I needed one another to complete our plan. It is nothing but something we agreed upon. We used one another and finally one of us died." His voice does not waver when he says that. "And look what it has done to you...all that caring. Clinging to some past that has been long gone. That will never bring them back.

Look forward, Lydia."

[wonderland_vogue]

Is he seriously trying to give her some kind of weird twisted advice? She's not moving from her spot, attention focused on him almost like a hawk at this point. Searching for any weak point, anything to use, though finding nothing.

"I take it you've never had actual family before? Legitimate question, before you ask, I don't know how this "god" shit works around here, after all." Nor is she touching the advice, not at this point. Is he trying to help or just brush off her emotions as something completely stupid?

She's not sure anymore.

[ewww_mortals]

Zamasu finds it annoying that she is gazing at him like that. He knows her for quite some time now but he remains wary. She is, in her own twisted way, powerful. And she has a way with words. The type that would take your entire hand if you'd just give them one finger.

"No."

Because that is how 'god shit' works. Caring is not in his nature. Seeking bonds is not something he wants. And even though his former master, Gowasu, tried his best to reach him, to support him and to train him, he had always kept that at bay. The old man wanted companionship, Zamasu wanted to become the next Supreme Kai.

"Why do you want to know such a thing? Is it because you desire to see me slip up? I do not make mistakes and if I would, I would never make them in front of the likes of you."

But he knows how dangerously close she is getting.

[wonderland_vogue]

Of course he'd be defensive about it, that's just how he is, she's come to learn. But she doesn't seem to be upset by the answer, merely a little... sad about that. If there was one thing she'd never give up, it'd be the memories she had with her brothers.

"Makes sense as to why you'd say what you have, then. Even though they're gone, my family is still my family. My brothers are still my brothers. It's more a... rock to keep your sanity instead of a weakness, I'd say. But as I said, you wouldn't know since you've never been in that position."

She's pausing briefly, nails lightly tapping against the edge of the chair. "It's kind of sad, actually."

[ewww_mortals]

Zamasu just wants to look forward and burn his bridges. To cling to the past would make him weak. It would make him lonely. It would make him so very aware of the vastness of the cosmos and him being alone in it.

But was she sincere now? Was she speaking from her heart instead of from her desire to take everything? He studies her face and the frown on his face grows significantly. Unconsciously he moves to touch one of his earrings. There used to be just one but now he wears both.

"That is not true. They are nothing but memories. Memories are barely worthy of such focus. They represent moments you were fond of in the past. Do you not see how foolish it is to make them that important?"

[wonderland_vogue]

There's only ever been two exceptions to her rule of herself before everyone else, which makes it even worse when she looks back on these sorts of things. But she hasn't moved, her expression only slightly changed from one of taunting and teasing to... somber, perhaps not sad, but more serious than she ever tends to look. A strange thing to see on her, certainly.

"If I hadn't made them that important, I wouldn't be here in the first place. Do you think I would have become this way on my own? Of course not. To be some kind of undead... creature... a being made of magic and nothing else."

[ewww_mortals]

"But are you happy with that choice? Is it worth the sacrifice?"

Zamasu expected that this was going to be a game. Like that ridiculous wheel she had. But didn't had that 'game face' on. What would he become if he'd focus on every memory he shared with his other self? Would he be able to concentrate on a cosmos? Or would he yearn for all these magnificent fights, for his presence at his side?

Has he been lonely without realizing it? Was that it?

"Once I have tried traveling to another timeline. The way I used to do. I had no idea what I did there." He had been flying around, searching. "I told myself that I was there to make sure that that cosmos' balance would still be intact. But I hoped to run into him. And that is when I realized how utterly foolish it is to cling to memories. They make you foolish and weak. They disconnect you from the task ahead of you. There is no meaning to it."

[wonderland_vogue]

"Do I prefer being alone now? Of course not. But I did savor the time I had with my twin while he was still with me, that is what made it worth it back then." She's not rising to his bait, or what she feels is bait. This isn't a game and she's not attempting to make it as such.

But that story sounds... well, it's giving her more information that she'd been looking for for ages at this point. "I thought we were getting somewhere, then you turned it back around into something being foolish. You really don't get it, do you?"

[ewww_mortals]

Well, no, he does not get it. Most of his feelings are an enigma to him and he really does not want to sit down to understand them.

"I searched a long time for him. I have been gone for years. I neglected my duties as a god to chase the past. In the end I have committed the greatest sin of all. I have become that same negligent god... The same as all those others have been."

It angers him more than anything. And it shows in the way he has clenched his hands to fists and the heat inside the room is rising.

"Therefore I cannot ever let such a thing happen again. You are here because I have shown mercy, but all of this. All these planets, these stars, these universes and milkyways...they are my responsibility. We have worked hard for this, thus I cannot slack off and lose myself in that past. It will not make you stronger. It truly will not make you stronger."

[wonderland_vogue]

Anger. That was how it would go, in the back of her mind she knew it. She's sighing softly and just shifting around to properly sit in the chair again, purposefully not looking at him anymore, her attention focused on nothing in particular in front of her. Her voice is almost mechanical, almost seeming to retreat into herself for now.

"If you say so. It's your choice in the end." Her just giving in is probably new, too, but she really doesn't have the energy to fight him anymore on this. Not like this.

"I survived on an emotion before finding suffering, but it doesn't matter anymore. Negative emotions feed stronger than positives ever could, so just ignore the ramblings of some undead bitch as usual."

[ewww_mortals]

"Then what would my choice have been!?"

He does not get anything at all. Nothing in his head made sense. It made sense when his other self was there. And he misses him, he misses him greatly. Was it sadness? Grief? Anger? Truly, he does not know. He still has to finish that book called 'Emotions for Dummies'.

"And what emotion was that? If you care for your memories the way you claim to do then why tell me that it does not matter?! And why are you sitting like that?!"

He pauses halfway his ramble.

"Was it love?"

[wonderland_vogue]

She's dodging the first question, for reasons she'd rather not speak of. Though she knows well enough that talking about emotions gets her nowhere with this person, nor does it really matter. All emotions are now are a source of food, so why should she care either?

Nor is she responding when he's starting to talk again, but that last question is what gets her. Emotion restrained, tone calm and very clearly being checked.

"Yeah, actually, it was. For my youngest brother who died from a disease. Is that what you wanted to know? So you could take it and use it against me like it's some sort of weakness? You think I'm the disgusting one when in reality it's you that's the disgusting one." She's turning around in the chair again, oh good grief, here we go.

"You don't understand emotions, you don't know how to express anything other than anger and disgust. Everyone is beneath you. You couldn't care about someone else if you tried and it's truly sad that I'm stuck here with someone as dense and stupid as you are."

[ewww_mortals]

Oh, he does not like it to be called disgusting. The great, almighty god Zamasu is a being of enlightenment and justice, not some disgusting creature tainted by foolish emotions and time-consuming feelings.

"Your reasoning is flawed..." he hisses in response. "Do you listen to the nonsense you utter and do you still believe it when you look at yourself in the mirror afterwards? It is so mortal to pride yourself on love on knowing it or feeling it. As if it is the highest emotion a being can feel. And does the lack of that emotion make me disgusting? How bold of you to say that to your god."

He straightens his back and takes a couple of steps forward, standing still right in front of her.

"A god stands above every being. He watches, he judges and he punishes. A god is aware of his duty and aware of his plan for the cosmos he rules over. There is no time to dwell over things that happened in the past. I have learned that lesson and I came out stronger than ever before. And you...you turned into an abomination. It truly saddens me that I have to share this cosmos with the likes of you. I should have killed you when I still had the chance."

[wonderland_vogue]

She can't help but let out a bark of laughter, the noise short and extremely bitter more than anything else. There's no real mirth there, pity, perhaps. Though she's tilting her head to regard him once again, perfectly manicured nails digging into the chair, showing just how much she detests either this situation or him in particular.

"You aren't my god. You tried to kill me already, you've tried several times, it's not possible. Liches don't die that easily, darling, otherwise I'd have been gone long, long ago." She's not exactly wrong on that end, she'd died at least twice before ending up in this position, once to become what she was and once due to hubris, but she never spoke of that time.

"Please. You can crow about how much better you supposedly are for having no emotions, but deep down there's a void there. One that will continue to remain empty because you don't know or understand what it is or how to fill it. And, once again, I pity you for not knowing any of that. And I'm not someone that's going to sit here and teach you such a thing. Enjoy it, you will never be complete with that there and I will continue to stick a knife there and turn it until the end of goddamned time. Proudly at that."

[ewww_mortals]

Oh, how he wants her to break. Just to reach into whatever that is left of her, tear it out and see her crumble to pieces. What better food would there be then her own misery?

"Stop pointing out the obvious. We have already established that we cannot kill one another."

Zamasu has died many times. He had his head blown off, he had been skewered at least ten times, lost a limb or two. But they always came back. There was no greater joy than to feel his body regenerate after being seriously wounded. There was nothing better than immortality. In fact, it was the absolute pinnacle of divinity.

"I know you like to play these games. I know you for thousands of years..." She was one of the first opponents he faced without his other self at his side. He steps closer and closer, all up to the point their noses almost touch. And she is repulsive and utterly disgusting. A mortal so corrupted and twisted that it changed into this.

"Why don't you waste your time with finding some elusive mortals and torture them so you might forget that there has been one day where you were loved and safe. Isn't that what mortals desire most? Love?"

[wonderland_vogue]

This closeness is nowhere near what she wants from him and she's merely rolling her eyes once more and shifting about in the chair to be in a different position. Particularly to have her legs up the back of the chair and her upper back and head in the seat of it.

Of course she's also being an absolute dick and making sure to drop her illusion to instead greet him with bones and tattered cloth. It was just another one of her ways to make it clear she wasn't in the mood to continue this line of bullshit.

"Fuck off." Short, simple, to the point. No emotion behind the tone what-so-ever.

[ewww_mortals]

Zamasu does not move when she shifts in her chair and the look on his face does not change much when she shows her true form. After all, this is what she truly is. Everything else is just for show.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" he says before taking a step back. A sly smile appears on his face as he watches her. "What point do you wish to make by showing me the results of your downfall? It is rare of you to admit defeat like that, Lydia."

But he does not give her any time to answer his questions or to tell him more about his inability to name emotions or feelings. This discussion is not one that has any purpose and, to be fair, he wants to be petty and enjoy his little sort of victory in silence. So he takes another step back, closes his eyes and disappears within the blink of an eye. The last thing she might see is that he is smirking, because, yes, he is that much of an asshole.

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Eventually time does not really matter anymore. Would it really be important for an immortal god to know how many years have passed? Would it mean something that he has been searching for decades now, abandoning his duties as the god he imagined himself to be? But eventually he could not overcome whatever was growing inside of him. That feeling that caused some sort of ache in his chest and made him even more hostile than he normally is.

But he is not able to find his other self. There is nothing that might indicate that he still lives or that he has returned by reincarnation.

Still, there is one person he does find. Eventually he always finds her. Her name is Lydia and this time they are both after the same unfortunate mortal...

"And I had hoped to never see you again..." he says, voice eerily calm. Except for the fact that he looks downright tired nothing has really changed. His clothes are still very clean, his boots are still very white and he is still an absolute asshole.

[wonderland_vogue]

The only reason she keeps track of the days, weeks, months, and years is simply to have some frame of reference for certain things that matter to her. Just little things, reminders that she's alone in this world and how long she's been this disgusting creature for. She's powerful, yes, but was it really worth it to in the end be alone like this?

Or, well, only somewhat alone if the talking green dickhead is any reminder that he's the only constant in this damn place. Someone that can't, or won't, die. A lot like her but in ways she'd call vastly inferior, not to his face, but the sentiment is certainly there the longer she deals with him and the longer he speaks.

Like today where she's really not in the mood and rolling her eyes. "The feeling is mutual. This one is mine." That's very clearly a hint of threat in her tone, not having any interest what-so-ever in his taking this from her. Her expression, her demeanor, her appearance, seem to be less put together than normal. Whatever that means is probably at the very least a little unsettling.

[ewww_mortals]

"No."

Zamasu knows he is on edge. HIs heart is beating faster and there is this constant pressure that he cannot explain. A feeling that goes beyond that ideal of a balanced cosmos or maintaining that image of a perfect god. It is something raw, something that would not befit a deity like him.

"You have no right to claim anything." In fact, he is quite tired of how things are being taken from him without his permission. "As this cosmos' god my word is law and my acts are the pinnacle of justice. Therefore I suggest you head back to the hole you crawled out of."

And after that he takes off, launching himself at the figure in front of them. It would only be a matter of who would get there first...

[wonderland_vogue]

No?

He's blathered long enough and she's not even remotely listening to him, but the moment he moves is the moment she's moving. Unfortunate for him that being basically made of nothing but magic probably gives her some sort of advantage in this nonsense and she's disappearing in a thing of black smoke only to appear behind this human and shove him to the ground.

The moment she's doing that she's straddling this one's waist and just grinning at Zamasu, knowing full well that this is her's.

"I'm not letting you interfere. You can have him after I'm done." Of course she's already working on taking the emotion seething off of her victim, probably invisible to him but very much clear as day to Lydia. Her previous little... off kilter looks are being reverted back to normal, her usual illusion bringing itself back into working order and as perfect as it always was.

Evidently, if someone wanted to use his head, it's pretty clear why she was insistent on this.

[ewww_mortals]

It angers him more than it normally does. Most of the time meeting her is nothing but a game where they both try to find out who will give in first, who will be the first one to break. But now he finds himself in a different sort of mood. These games will not stand.

"Do not think you are above me, you filthy creature!"

The tone of his voice is a low and angry one.

"I am in no mood to allow anything to be taken from me without my permission!"

And he is aware of the changes in her appearance. How she needs those emotions to guarantee her sanity. And instead of going for that mortal, he is going for her, fingers curling around her throat. Zamasu knows very well that this is futile but somehow it feels good. It feels very just.

[wonderland_vogue]

He can grab her throat all he wants to, she's merely laughing at all of it. She doesn't need to breathe and she knows well enough that she can't die from something as ridiculous as this. "You think this will actually help you? I knew you were a fool but this is just pathetic." Not that she's stopping him, not now.

What she is doing, however, is shifting so that she can face him, knowing that the feeling in his hands is the fake and the bones of her throat lay further under his fingers. But he can have it, for now. Though her eyes are... different than normal, wild and taunting.

"Go on. Do it. You know that it won't do a damned thing."

[ewww_mortals]

To be fair, Zamasu has reached that point where nothing can truly help him anymore. The only thing that could has been long gone and all of it got replaced by an endless sort of emptiness.

And even though he knows he should not go on further he does it anyway. He squeezes as hard as he can, nails digging into her skin. It is all fake. Every bit of it. A show. But now he needs it to be real, he just needs to know that he is still able to control everything around him. This cosmos, this planet and this creature. Simply because he is a god, he stands above everything.

"Shut your mouth."

[wonderland_vogue]

Given she is only laughing at him before that illusion disappears just shows how much of a show it really is. How a skeleton can even make sound is a good question, but one she'll never answer, only letting him continue on in this ridiculous game she knows will go absolutely nowhere for either of them.

"If only it were that easy to kill me, right? Then it'd save us both the trouble of having to continue in this bullshit fucking cycle." Dying, coming back, all that sort of mess. It's gotten old and she finds no fun or amusement in it anymore. But she has found some sort of amusement in pushing him further and further, stabbing him with a dagger and slowly turning it further into him until she gets some sort of reaction.

"You're more fun than these humans, anyway~"

[ewww_mortals]

When her throat changes to the bone it truly is he removes his hand. It does not mean that this urge is gone. Oh, no, it is still there. Because it tells him that his ideal will never reach complete perfection as long as she is here. But then again, finishing her is just as impossible as finding his other self. After all, a god should know about the permanence of death and the cycle of immortality.

"I dislike it." The words are said without any emotion, yet his face is twisted with anger and frustration. And then there is that impact of a dagger. A slight sting at first and then that familiar feeling of his body healing itself right after it. It reminds him of the past. Where everything was different. It has been a long time since anyone dared to test his immortal body like that.

"Do you feed on my...emotions, then? If so, what are they to you?"

Instead of attacking her, his hand closes around her bony wrist and he forces her to drive the knife deeper inside of him.

"Tell me."

[wonderland_vogue]

Does he even have emotions is the better question, something she can't quite answer despite herself. She gets little hints of something every so often, but it's nothing she can quite put her finger on and it drives her absolutely insane to know that there's something she doesn't understand about something she should know well enough by now.

But as he's forcing the knife further, she's allowing the question to turn in her head, not that her grip on the knife is letting up in the slightest. Of course not, she knows this won't kill him, but any moment that might be agony is worth keeping up at this point.

"I don't know." It's a shit answer, but it's the absolute truth. "It's like the start or wisps of something but I can't put a finger on it, there's not enough there to be able to tell."

[ewww_mortals]

His gaze drops from her face to the knife in his gut. Not one bit of blood comes out and the pain that comes with the impact has vanished already. Normally he would not have accepted a thing like some filthy mortal daring to defile his divine body in such a way. But things have changed. The passion that drove him to rid every planet of mortals has died down, the pleasure he found in everything he did was gone. Not long after his other self passed on.

"For a creature that feeds on emotions you are awfully bad at this."

His fingers are still curled around her wrist and slowly he takes hold of her hand as well, pushing her to twist it.

"And now? Is it negative? Positive?" There's a completely joyless grin on his face. "For once, I know you do not know any happiness. How is it that you cannot recognize such things in me?"