Levi always struggled with the idea of killing other humans, as he genuinely believed that life for their race was already f*cked up as it was... Nightcrawlers, the CRS Platform, Fallen Daywalkers, Sleepwalkers, famine, insomnia, and the list goes on.
Why channel one's hatred onto another when life already wanted them to drop dead? But as he was gazing at Demetris' fake sorrowful expression, he felt it in his soul for the first time.
The desire to kill outweighed rationality, emotions, and everything else.
'Boy, as much as I appreciate your attempts to maintain some form of kindness, a time will come when it will bite you in the ass.' Ash'Kral advised calmly, 'Kindness is weakness, a silent poison that will one day hurt you more than anything else.'
'I am not you.' Levi retorted coldly, refusing to sink, 'Whether you are right or not, I would rather live a life where my decisions are based on kindness first than evil.'
