[At Shinich's question, Yuber's gaze becomes distant and thoughtful and his expression sours.]
When the Runes are removed against their will their vessels wither. After a few months they are dead. What I do is a mercy.
[While he loves slaughter, screams and the fear in dying eyes, prolonged suffering has never satisfied his cravings. He always makes sure that he puts his enemies out of their misery once they can no longer fight. Quick, precise cuts are best. They never have the time to feel pain.
Unlike himself, he thinks. The True Runes are a source of endless suffering to him. Every move they make seems to take something from him....
He snarls.]
Tsk!
But who cares about the True Runes!? They're not here!
Let's talk about something else. Like you. Do you have a name?
[He's not sure which of his companions he's addressing that question to.]
no subject
When the Runes are removed against their will their vessels wither. After a few months they are dead. What I do is a mercy.
[While he loves slaughter, screams and the fear in dying eyes, prolonged suffering has never satisfied his cravings. He always makes sure that he puts his enemies out of their misery once they can no longer fight. Quick, precise cuts are best. They never have the time to feel pain.
Unlike himself, he thinks. The True Runes are a source of endless suffering to him. Every move they make seems to take something from him....
He snarls.]
Tsk!
But who cares about the True Runes!? They're not here!
Let's talk about something else. Like you. Do you have a name?
[He's not sure which of his companions he's addressing that question to.]