Lucian shrugged nonchalantly. "What is life but a series of meaningless events? At least this way, I get to feel something."
Voli stepped forward, his face contorted with anger. "You sick bastard," she spat. "How can you be so callous about human life?"
Lucian simply smiled in response. "It's all relative, my dear," he said, his silver tongue weaving words together in a mesmerizing way. "Life, death, love, hate, they're all just concepts created by humans. In the grand scheme of things, they're meaningless."
Fein felt a sense of unease settle in his stomach as Lucian's words echoed in his mind. He couldn't deny the logic behind them, but at the same time, it was a twisted and dangerous way of thinking.
Voli stepped forward, his hand reaching for him. "I'm taking you in," his said, her voice steely.