Mythic Joy

"Ah, the Red Sorcerer. Just the man I wanted to talk to."

"Hm? Myth?"

Following their conversation, Xander had much to think about. As expected, Alastair was right outside, waiting. He was thinking about these people he served. That expression on his face said it all.

"I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. …I do care."

There were those that looked down upon the morals of humanity. Sometimes, Dasha himself did. But to not see value in morals, to not understand the benefits, was equally as foolish. To be a merciless serial killer with no qualm or morals meant to stand in the spotlight. A light that would soon burn flesh. It was unwise to walk with no sense of care unless one had the power to back it up.