Selin plunged the dagger into his throat, but he did not pierce the windpipe; instead, he drew the dagger downwards, halting at the waist.
He cut through the dense undergarment, tracing a straight line of blood, perfectly dividing his upper body into left and right halves.
Ash's face changed, "You've changed your mind."
"Yes."
Selin discarded the dagger, gathered his long hair behind his ears, regaining the Elf's elegance; his expression tranquil, his voice soft, "Imprisoning you was just naive wishful thinking on my part. You are the 'Touch' that Heath went to great lengths to summon; you even escaped from Shattered Lake Prison. How could I possibly confine you?"
"There are too many uncertainties in this world. As long as The Gods of Four Pillars still watch over you, accidents are enough to shatter all of my arrangements."