“Patterns!” Jevil shrieked, his voice now a delighted squeal. “You see patterns because you are a needle , sewing the same stitch over and over! But I am a scissors , dear Warden! And the fabric of this fight? It’s already ribbons !”
Between two fingers.
Clairen roared, a sound of pure grief weaponized. She swung her blade in a wide arc, intending to bisect him. But Jevil didn't dodge. He caught the blade.
She didn’t feel chaos. She didn’t feel order.
“You fight like you have something to lose,” he whispered, a secret shared in a storm. “I fight because I have nothing to gain. That is the difference between chaos and order, needle-woman. You protect a world that is already ashes. I… am having fun in the bonfire.”
“Belong? Belong? The Warden speaks of belonging in a world that is nothing but belonging to someone else!” Jevil cackled, his voice splitting into a chorus of mocking harmonics. “You belong to your duty. I belong to my freedom! But freedom, dear kitty-cat, is just another cage… with a lock I have swallowed!”
“Predictable,” Clairen hissed. “Your chaos has patterns. And patterns can be severed.”
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“Patterns!” Jevil shrieked, his voice now a delighted squeal. “You see patterns because you are a needle , sewing the same stitch over and over! But I am a scissors , dear Warden! And the fabric of this fight? It’s already ribbons !”
Between two fingers.
Clairen roared, a sound of pure grief weaponized. She swung her blade in a wide arc, intending to bisect him. But Jevil didn't dodge. He caught the blade.
She didn’t feel chaos. She didn’t feel order.
“You fight like you have something to lose,” he whispered, a secret shared in a storm. “I fight because I have nothing to gain. That is the difference between chaos and order, needle-woman. You protect a world that is already ashes. I… am having fun in the bonfire.”
“Belong? Belong? The Warden speaks of belonging in a world that is nothing but belonging to someone else!” Jevil cackled, his voice splitting into a chorus of mocking harmonics. “You belong to your duty. I belong to my freedom! But freedom, dear kitty-cat, is just another cage… with a lock I have swallowed!”
“Predictable,” Clairen hissed. “Your chaos has patterns. And patterns can be severed.”
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