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

We struggled on the floor of the chamber, and I snagged those ancient
crimes as they passed like rocks from the ground, bludgeoning him with the
thousand injustices he had committed in his life. Sins he'd allowed to slide
from his conscience now broke against his barrier in an unstoppable salvo.
He'd given me much ammunition to work with.
There was a tug, and I felt him trying to slip away, but my will walled him off
and dragged him back. Talons of thought speared his essence, and I dragged
him screaming deep into my subconscious.
"This is the last time we shall ever speak," I snarled, "Return to death, where
you belong."
He looked incredulous for a moment, then disintegrated, and again a RUSH
of knowledge poured through me, fighting to the surface. It was almost too
much to absorb at once, coming in black flashes and deafening groans. My
head spun, and I rocked on my knees with my head bowed and sweating. So
much knowledge - so many experiences, that -
...and as quickly as it occurred, the rush subsided. I steadied myself. The bits
of knowledge swirled about in my mind, and I would need time to make
sense of them. For now, only one piece of knowledge was important - that
the incarnation did NOT know how to leave this place. He'd lied, to trick me
into surrendering.
"Dammit..." I groaned, scrubbing my face.
The last incarnation knelt down calmly, placing a comforting hand on my
shoulder.
"You've done it," he said with a smile.
I looked up to him, and the kindness in his eyes had the opposite effect he
intended. I stood morosely. This was a death sentence I had little joy in
giving.
"You seem to be a good man. If there was another way..." I shook my head,
"I wish things could've been different."
"I understand, and it's no matter. I've been ready for this moment for a long
time."
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