A man and a dragon, both sitting at opposite sights of a lake, looking at each other. Me and her, a man and a woman talking. Something like this must be a very rare thing since coming here was already so problematic.
"Before I answer that question, tell me. Why do I feel so much death from you? I am a dragon, I've killed thousands of people. But why do I feel something like that from you?" My face was surely a very serious one at that point, but the thing is. I didn't kill that many, the one that killed that many were the mayor of the prison. Somehow, that amount of deaths was lifted upon me. Is it because they sacrificed themselves for my sake? Did they need to sacrifice themselves for my sake? It's annoying to think about, but I can't forget that their last will was about me changing the world.