"Isn't it just a bug?" Kelsay touched his stubble-covered chin, smiled, and said, "Honestly, this statement is quite interesting. Do you know what's interesting about it?"
Ulu stared intensely at Kelsay and did not respond.
"What's interesting," Kelsay continued, "is that this metaphor is very vivid, extremely vivid indeed. No metaphor could be more fitting." Kelsay said, "But to say that you are not a bug, now that's a bit... not very objective."
As he spoke, Kelsay slowly drew out the Holy Sword, one side reflecting anger, the other side reflecting mockery.
"I'm curious, what gave you the illusion and courage that you are not a bug? Could it be..." Kelsay's gaze slowly moved down, wandering between Ulu's left and right hand, "Is it that forbidden finger not belonging to you? Do you feel that by acquiring that forbidden finger, you have become the forbidden existence?"
Kelsay did not give Ulu a chance to respond before he spoke again.
