(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"I won't let you harm either of them," I answered. Dak'kon unsheathed his
blade silently. Morte's jaw chittered in anticipation, or perhaps it was fear.
It looked like we were about to see what happens when an immortal being
meets an unstoppable force.
Chapter 101
Vhailor hefted his axe towards me, “So the whore that is MERCY shows
itself. WEAKNESS has poisoned your heart.”
"Mercy is not weakness, Vhailor, nor is it incompatible with justice," I
challenged him, "How well have you served the greater good by abandoning
it? What do you see when you look at yourself?"
“I am VHAILOR. I am a MERCYKILLER. My ACTIONS speak my heart.”
"That's not what I asked."
A heavy silence stifled the air... but Vhailor didn't break it. His ember eyes
matched my gaze without a flicker.
"I asked what do you see when you look at yourself. What do you see when
you judge yourself, Vhailor?"
“I do not JUDGE myself. I am a MERCYKILLER. My ACTIONS speak my HEART.
My WILL is JUSTICE'S WILL.”
"So you're beyond justice?"
“I SERVE justice. I am never BEYOND justice. NOTHING is beyond JUSTICE.”
"Then take a look at yourself, Vhailor. What do the eyes of justice see when
it looks at its servant?"
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