"So, now you're a benevolent shepherd or something?" Laplace's voice echoed in my mind, more like a headache than an actual thought.
"Shut up and leave me alone."
"Oh, where did all that compassion you had earlier go? You can forgive a murderer, but not a damned soul like mine?"
"Let's not kid ourselves. You'd hardly be considered a lost soul. More like a wild beast with a thirst for blood."
"Not sure whether to feel hurt or flattered."
"Hurt."
"Ouch. You know…"
Before he could continue ruining my existence, I gathered all my concentration to silence him. I knew it wouldn't last, but even a few moments of peace were worth the effort.
The hostel loomed ahead, its battered doors standing like tired sentinels. I sighed, resigned. It was time to face my companion.
I pushed the door open; the hinges creaked louder than I expected.
