"What degree of agony is waiting for me?" Jass sensed only anguish in the impending target.
[This torment could condemn you to eternal damnation, like bathing yourself in scalding fluid.] The mechanism was very ruthless while explaining to her.
[For example, Why not envision an individual that got repeated lacerations across their flesh while being alive. That is equal lev-]
"Is this harshness necessary in your speech? Couldn't you soften your approach… a little?"
For reasons unclear, she felt an urge to physically confront the system, If it was corporeal in front of her.
Unfortunately, That was just her dream. At present, The interface seemed capable of uttering any statement, disregarding every human emotion.
'No pain, No gain, huh!…'
However, Jass remained undaunted by the prospect of suffering, recalling a fitness mantra - Each discomfort and hate breeds strong progress in individuals.
