Mortality is a strange feeling. *He pulls his bloody fingertip out of his wound and lays his blade flat at the side of his wrist.* The removal of a hand is normally naught but a short relief from the boredom of idle days.
*He removes the metal from his skin and instead makes a small cut on his palm.* Yet now to do so would limit my ability to influence the physical world.
*He licks the blood off the knife with a smirk as he considers Wilhelm's argument.* And the tendency to flock to a single point establishes a pitiful notion of supposed normalcy, a vague concept of law that leads to the even more fragile idea of good and evil that hold no true sway over human consciousness. You could say that society is merely a delusion of humanity, built upon their fears of exclusion based upon differing desires. But of course, that raises the question of whether or not men are truly capable of desiring different from one another, hmm~?
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*He removes the metal from his skin and instead makes a small cut on his palm.* Yet now to do so would limit my ability to influence the physical world.
*He licks the blood off the knife with a smirk as he considers Wilhelm's argument.* And the tendency to flock to a single point establishes a pitiful notion of supposed normalcy, a vague concept of law that leads to the even more fragile idea of good and evil that hold no true sway over human consciousness. You could say that society is merely a delusion of humanity, built upon their fears of exclusion based upon differing desires. But of course, that raises the question of whether or not men are truly capable of desiring different from one another, hmm~?