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he was much too close to justice for my tastes."
"Why was he hunting for us?"
"Oh, any of countless reasons, some of which lie with me - and others, which
lie in the hands of other incarnations." He flicked a glance over at the
incarnation who had been howling when I first arrived. "There have been
many lives that have been blackened by incarnations with damaged minds.
Some of us have created... problems. I believe in solutions."
"Was he a threat?"
"Oh, yes - or else I would have simply killed him. There is some link between
him and justice itself, and that gives him power even over immortals such as
us. Especially if our injustices are great... and ours are of the blackest sort."
It took a long while before I could speak again, but when I did the words
came out drawn and quiet. "Why did Deionarra have to die?" I could still feel
the tears dripping on her lily-white hands...
"Deionarra? That girl had little sense of the Planes in her, and that was what
I needed her for. You see, the Dustmen have it right - sometimes when you
feel too much passion, you cling too tightly to life to let go. And neither did
Deionarra - as I hoped she would."
"That WOMAN - that GHOST?!" The hunched man's eyes welled up in fury,
and spittle flew from his mouth. "She TORMENTED me for years, pursuing
me, hating me, and YOU WERE THE ONE THAT KILLED HER?!"
The incarnation barely even glanced at the howling one, and merely
sneered.
"You blaming me for anything is laughable." He turned back to me. "It
wasn't out of malice - though she did become tiresome. It's just that when I
arrived in the Fortress, I didn't intend to stay. I just wanted to get in,
sacrifice her, then get out."
The kind-faced incarnation spoke softly, but he sounded pained. "Why did
you do such a terrible thing?"
The words were more tender than I could've managed, and I had to swallow
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