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

the bile and vitriol that was bubbling in my stomach. This one was
self-assured, but from the scraps of memory I had from his lifetime it was
well-deserved confidence. Not one to underestimate.
"I needed someone to be my eyes here on the Negative Material Plane, to
serve as a scout and try and find out who my killer was. Only the dead can
survive here for long - so Deionarra had to be sacrificed so that she could
become something other than she was. A tricky business, but it worked - she
helped you, didn't she?"
My teeth ground against one another. "You didn't have to kill her."
He looked at me silently for a moment, then his sneer returned. "And that is
why you will be defeated if you confront our killer. It is because you are
WEAK. And you do not see that some things are NECESSARY."
"You dare call me weak?!" I snarled, fury breaking free from the loose bands
of self-control, "You orchestrated all these 'grand' plans for defeating this
invisible enemy, and you got your ass handed to you ANYWAY, and some
poor girl was murdered because of it. Maybe if you'd done your job the first
time you were here, this wouldn't even be a problem! Deionarra's death
wasn't necessary. It was merely convenient for you!"
"You DARE lecture me?!" he snapped back with as much force, "Women
have always walked our path with us - whether Deionarra or Ravel or any
other woman, and they have suffered, and it was always their CHOICE.
Deionarra would have died for me if I'd asked her to. There was no CRIME."
My skin crawled at those words, and we met each other stare for stare,
neither willing to give in.
Chapter 114
The shamelessness of it all had me foaming nearly as much as the
incarnation next to me, and I had to turn to him instead. Frankly, I couldn't
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