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

talk much longer with the sociopath without trying to wring his neck.
This one looked up to me with hunting eyes. "THIEF! You wear my body like
a CLOAK, and you SHAME me..."
"I am no thief," I said, standing my ground, "I stole nothing from you."
"YOU STOLE EVERYTHING! I AWOKE ON THE STREETS OF THE RING CITY,
AND ALL WHO SAW ME KNEW ME!" He took a rasping breath. "All that you
had done, all that you had harmed - they were waiting for me, blaming me,
hurting me, until I couldn't TAKE the voices any more..." His fingers grasped
at the air. "And had to make them SILENT."
My mouth went dry, and recognition burned in my mind. Those sudden
urges to strangle Dustmen when I first woke, to silence pickpockets... that
unusual talent I had for snapping necks in a fight... "You were the one... the
one who strangled all those people, weren't you? I found your journal in the
Lady's Maze... and I found the other journal, the dodecahedron covered
with traps."
He affixed me with a wary eye - it seemed just looking at me was making
him uncomfortable.
"And the Sensory Stone trap - you're the one who left it for me, weren't
you?"
"Yes..." He smiled, low and evil. "Simple trap. Trap for someone who can't
die - MIND trap." In a way I had to thank him... if it weren't for that
particular experience I never would've escaped the crystal just now.
Strange... the thing seemed to be built on the same principles, modified and
expanded to split the mind before imprisonment like water sluicing down an
aqueduct, dividing among many pipes before being stored in a multitude of
cisterns.
"You're the one who set fire to Iannis' legacies, weren't you? Trying to
destroy my legacy?"
He snarled, "I BURNED the false papers, yes. MORE lies, lies about my FALSE
LIVES..."
"And you're the incarnation the Lady mazed, aren't you?" Days of starvation
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