"Mh-mm! Yeah, I came to kill you."
Destiny spoke softly as she walked toward him, then bent her knees slightly until they were at eye level. Her mismatched eyes stared directly into his, the golden one gleaming with a strange curiosity while the crimson one seemed almost impossible to look away from.
"He asked me before his consciousness scattered, before he bound the world in threads that you severed. Of course, it will take some time before he wakes up again, so he told me to kill you."
She slowly straightened herself and stretched both arms above her head, her mouth opening as though she were attempting to yawn. Yet there was something strangely unnatural about the gesture.
She didn't look tired, nor did she seem to understand what a yawn was supposed to be. It was more like someone who had seen another person yawn once and was now attempting to imitate it without understanding the reason behind it.
The man remained silent.
