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

lover... but I killed you an age long past. I can still kill you now." I coughed
wetly. The blood from my useless stumps trickled warmly down my sides.
“You have hidden your GUILT well but you have no WEAPONS with which to
SLAY ME.”
"There are weapons more powerful than justice, Vhailor. The truth, for
one..."
“YOU LIE.”
"You died long ago," I spat in his face.
“LIAR. I LIVE.”
"Then what happened to your body?" my leg twitched. My head rolled as
my consciousness began to ebb. No, I needed to focus. Needed to talk.
“I LIVE. While those CONDEMENED still require PUNISHMENT, I LIVE.”
"Do you FEEL alive, Vhailor? Remove your gauntlet, see if your eyes see
skin," I chuckled, the weakness making me giddy, "Touch your axe to your
arm - does it draw blood? And your eyes - they burn like fire, but can they
shed tears? Your spirit remains, Vhailor, but you no longer live."
For a moment... just a moment, Vhailor's eyes flickered.
And then the bleeding stopped. The regeneration was kicking in. My wounds
were beginning to knit, sluggishly. New blood began to pump in my veins,
and my coarse voice grew in conviction. "Do you even RECALL what you
once looked like past the armor, Vhailor? I do. You were once a man of flesh
and blood, dark of skin, eyes like fires... numerous scars you bore on your
flesh, and many were the justices that were committed in your name. But
now that man is dead. And only the tormented shell remains."
“I... remember.” Vhailor's eyes flickered, more erratic than before. His axe
fell to his side. “The memory is... DIFFICULT to remember. There was a
DEATH... and I have CHANGED. I am not that ONE any longer. What AM I?”
"I don't know, Vhailor. The man that was Vhailor is dead... you are
something else, now."
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