"Oh, where was I, before I was so rudely interrupted? Yes… Your impending death, isn't it? Performing so many duties tends to muddle my mind a bit."
The dying woman knew he had no lapse in his recollection, just one of the endless games he liked to play.
He suddenly said, "Have you ever wondered: when you killed yourself, why you always awoke to find the rest of your people slaughtered."
Hate flashed through the eyes of the woman, it was difficult to forget the countless transgressions he had done to her, for he made sure he reminded her often as if he wanted to keep the wounds in her mind as fresh as the day he inflicted them.
She said, "Was that not for your sick desires? I do not remember me being an accomplice in any of your slaughter. You have made me a pariah my entire life and I do not have much time left, why do you continue to play these games?"
