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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153wow, he really does drink a bottle for every guy he kills.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153In that case he shouldn’t kill so many folks at once, he’s going to poison himself to death at this rate. Come on, you carry that end and lets get him to a room.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Zephyr had been on a month long binge, and had eventually been barred from every pub and inn in Norren City. A couple of his followers carried him to a place to rest up whilst he was too drunk to kill either of them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n –<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Zephyr sat in the darkness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey there Zee dear, you look a mess.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Deborah from the old Mickey hawk eye movies appeared before him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don’t remember you dressing like such a slut before.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well you never needed a slut before, and now she’s busy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The image of a million Yami bodies naked and glistening appeared around Zephyr and Deborah but faded back to black as Deborah spoke, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But now… you’ve only got me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don’t want either of you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, well why are you here then? Could it be you came back to see it, to fuel your battle spirit once more?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No. don’t show me-\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n The image of Zephyr’s parent’s bodies distributed across his home was inescapable, it made zephyr feel ill.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There see? Doesn’t that feel better?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How could that possibly make me feel better?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Zephyr looked down<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, normally when you get pissed off about having killed people you come to look at that to feel better about it, the world did horrible things to you after all, so its ok, fun even, to do horrible things back, the world owes you a debt it can never repay. Isn’t that what you think?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don’t know…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153well look at that! Might the Mad Devil Zee be having a change of heart!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you know?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Everything you do, of course.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Deborah pouted after the pause, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You’re no fun like this, where is Zephyr the warrior, Zephyr the great gale blowing unstoppable? You just sit all mopey like, its not like you are even thinking of anything, just getting miserable because you think that’s what people are supposed to feel after killing other people. But I know the truth,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She leant down and held his chin, bringing their faces close \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know you don’t feel anything, this act of yours is a joke, and a waste of time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153so what if it is?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Zephyr pulled away. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Piss of already, you’re me aren’t you? Well I want to do just what I’m doing. And I’m going to keep doing it until I don’t want to. Ok?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Deborah stepped back in a huff, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Suit yourself, its no fun though.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she slowly faded and then there was nothing but the black.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00e2\u20ac\u0153wow, he really does drink a bottle for every guy he kills.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153In that case he shouldn’t kill so many folks at once, he’s going to poison himself to death at this rate. 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