When Lucas touched the sword, he felt a sharp vibrating pain run through his body, it was Izek who wanted his attention.
-If I were you, I would not pick up this sword," he spoke from within himself.
The cold and isolated tone was Izek's thing. He wanted Lucas always to feel threatened in his existence, but at the same time, he needed Lucas to work with him for his future goals.
'Why should I listen to you?' Lucas closed his eyes and imagined Izek sitting on a plain chair in the middle of the darkness with a light bulb above him, looking directly into his eyes.
-Because then you will follow the history of this place.-
'That's my goal, to follow and leave.' Lucas rolled his eyes, showing that he was not at all comfortable with Izek's existence at the moment.
Being trapped in the body of a teenager was a great humiliation for Izek.
