The Caged Demonwolf: Not surprisingly I am also seeing you drinking a thousand different times, all at once. You are drunk, and you are happy. You are drunk, and you are sad. You are drunk, and you are ruthlessly dispatching a once screaming, now gurgling enemy. You are drunk, and you are masturbating furiously, if sloppily. I am seeing you both drunk and sober. Naked and clothed. Fearless and terrified. Jubilant and dejected. Triumphant and utterly defeated. I am speaking to you for the very first time, on the night we met. I do not, alas, make an especially positive first impression. And I am speaking to you for the very last time… on the day that you die.
Ninjette: So. I’m gonna buy it, huh?
Demonwolf: Spoiler Alert: like every other human being who has ever lived… you do, in fact, eventually die, Kozue. Surprise.
Ninjette: So. How exactly do I end up dying…? urrp
Demonwolf: I will not tell you that. But I will tell you this: as you would see it now and as you will see it, at the moment of your death… you die well, Kozue.
Ninjette: Huh. That’s nice.
Demonwolf: But long after you are dead, and this city is ashes, and your species extinct, and this planet a graveyard, and every star in its sky has gone dark, and all the universe beyond is lifeless and still… I will carry your memory with me, perfect in every detail, into the next universe.
Demonwolf: And I shall see then exactly as I see you now. Warm and passionate and violent and alluring and misguided and aroused and damaged and alive. From my point of view you will never truly die, Kozue.
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