"But you're meant to kill him," Azriel said.
My eyebrows furrowed, "I don't quite understand that yet. I mean you obviously are very, you're strong and you almost killed him."
"Almost, Fiery. That's all I'll ever be." He spoke, "You can do more than almost. You can complete it, and I know you're not even halfway there," He said.
I shifted closer to him, "Why would you be almost? You're like waow. If you're almost, then I am nothing! I don't even exist if you're almost."
He shook his head, "You're the most. You're limitless. You've just started. I am not that."
I frowned, "Huh! Talk about confidence? No- You had overconfidence overflowing in every word. What happened?"
"Nothing happened. It's the truth." He deadpanned.
