—Hahaha! Go my servant! Kill those people!
Hearing the zealous voice in his mind, Lucien scoffs in thought:
'Why should I listen to you?'
The voice is slightly puzzled.
—I'm your mind, you should listen to me. The producer of your thoughts.
Lucien sighs, taking a sit on the coffin, watching the mayhem unfold before him
'The mind's duty is to store memories and thoughts, make one keep thinking and stop thinking one from thinking, when it needs rests. As for what produces thoughts, it's the soul and consciousness.'
—...what?!
'Souls don't die, and for them to do so, they have to be eaten into by greater, or forced to be absorbed into something, but yours is still alive.'
'This, however, makes your thoughts run over the place, making you insane, because you don't have a mind to keep them.'
'I now know why these guys are unable to stand the madness.'
—Shut up! I'll destroy you!
