Even without knowing who the speaker was, the apprentice could feel the resentment and envy within.
It seemed as if he drew a trace of strength from it.
This strength made him comfortable, like someone gently massaging his temples.
Suddenly, the voice changed.
"No, how can I think like this... these are blasphemous and shameful thoughts, I shouldn't trample on my self-esteem as well."
The familiar burning sensation appeared...
"Bullshit!" the apprentice immediately shouted, "Are you still deluding yourself?"
He was surprised at how quickly these thoughts had come to him, almost as if by instinct.
He also didn't ponder where his voice was coming from, nor whether this was even "speaking" at all.
"Who? Who's speaking? Who is invading my thoughts?"
The voice suddenly became alert.
The apprentice instantly felt the room's resistance to his presence, as though his connection with the other could be severed at any moment.
"Who I am isn't important," he said.
