"I am really special aren't I?" Judge kicked the predator corpse that was too damaged to be of any value. "My build is not fit to bear the huge recoil, yet I can. Do you want to know why?"
Saphiel looked at him curiously, but did not say anything. Judge could feel his curiosity, but he was reserved.
"Well, if you don't want to I am not telling." Judge waved his hand as they resumed their journey to find a Shroud Grasper. "And if you want to know why, just ask me."
"Why then?" Saphiel's strides were light, they failed to make noise even when stepping on all the dried leaves on the forest ground.
"Glad you asked," Judge turned back to look at Saphiel, "I once had a dream, a very lucid one. I know what I was doing but I did not know I was dreaming..."
