"Listen, I don't serve nobody!" You seem to have struck a nerve, but he masters himself and continues, "You told me stories that that thing was a monster hunting mortals. Some other 'upstanding' members of the community seem to have liked the dude. Now, I don't know if you know this, but they are hunting us now. You and me." He has an almost manic grin on his face, "They're gonna track us like animals. Like wild game, and their hunting for a prize. There's a bounty on our heads. There is a lot of real powerful Nightmares in that town and if we're gonna survive this it might be nice to have some friends."
'Of course you don't. If it's any consolation, you're one of the most authentic, the most real, people I've ever met. And you can rest assured, I will do what I can to keep you safe. This place works as a pocket dimension. Only those who have been invited in may enter, and my invites are not for sale. As for friends, I have allies, I have a very powerful one.'
That's all he tries to be. "Then I want honesty from you. I ain't gonna be used. So no twisting the truth or manipulation. You saw my Dark Arte back there, haha! I don't ever have to fight alone if I don't want to. So start being honest by telling me, who is this friend of yours?"
That's all he tries to be. "Then I want honesty from you. I ain't gonna be used. So no twisting the truth or manipulation. You saw my Dark Arte back there, haha! I don't ever have to fight alone if I don't want to. So start being honest by telling me, who is this friend of yours?"
'He is my counterpart. I am the Nightmare of the fear of one's own evil, and I hope that by showing people their own evil, in facing the horror, they will come to embrace it. He, on the other hand, though representing the same fear, hopes to drive men mad to destroy themselves. He is the other side of my coin, and although he has not yet arrived in Balios, I may be able to persuade him to join our cause. After all, we have the same enemy'
"I don't know man... I don't like the sound of the guy." He shakes his head, "Who am I kidding? Ha! Look at me, working with a dude in a suit and tie and a nice haircut. I usually wouldn't be caught dead around a guy like you, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures." He grins in amusement.
"I don't know man... I don't like the sound of the guy." He shakes his head, "Who am I kidding? Ha! Look at me, working with a dude in a suit and tie and a nice haircut. I usually wouldn't be caught dead around a guy like you, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures." He grins in amusement.
'I mean, I try to look respectable, but only so the people out there see a clearer picture of who I am. If I did my crimes dressed as a punk, they would learn to fear punks, or anyone with spiky hair and a rebellious attitude. They wouldn't listen to what they can't seem to respect. Whereas, if my appearance is normal, like them but smarter, crisper, then they can only judge me on my words and my deeds, and then realise me to be reasonable'
"Sure, but you lie to them. Are you really all crisp and smart and good? Nah, it ain't genuine. You ain't really respectable or good. You'd more honestly reflect yourself if your clothes were torn and spiked and your hair was nasty and wild, but you choose to deceive others into thinking you're reasonable by dressing reasonably. Anyone who wears a suit is a liar, and that my friend, is a fact."
"Sure, but you lie to them. Are you really all crisp and smart and good? Nah, it ain't genuine. You ain't really respectable or good. You'd more honestly reflect yourself if your clothes were torn and spiked and your hair was nasty and wild, but you choose to deceive others into thinking you're reasonable by dressing reasonably. Anyone who wears a suit is a liar."
'I never say that I'm good. They infer that from what they see, and that's their mistake. That doesn't make me unreasonable. Evil is perfectly true, once you take away any other facades. You don't even have to strip away civilisation. When man lives in civilised society, he exploits others for his own gain. Stick a man out in the wilderness, with no civilisation and only a few companions? They eat each other. The notion of 'Good' is the original lie. How am I the unreasonable one for challenging it?'
He smiles, "Anything that hides or obscures the truth is a lie. Your appearance hides the fact that you're a psycho monster. Your appearance, friend, is a lie. Me and you, we don't see eye to eye. But you're right about man not being as civilized as they like to think. That's why I dress in torn and spiked clothing, leave my hair long, pierce my face, and scrawl ink on my skin. I like being a reminder to folks that nobody's 'normal.'"
'Of course you don't. If it's any consolation, you're one of the most authentic, the most real, people I've ever met. And you can rest assured, I will do what I can to keep you safe. This place works as a pocket dimension. Only those who have been invited in may enter, and my invites are not for sale. As for friends, I have allies, I have a very powerful one.'
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That's all he tries to be. "Then I want honesty from you. I ain't gonna be used. So no twisting the truth or manipulation. You saw my Dark Arte back there, haha! I don't ever have to fight alone if I don't want to. So start being honest by telling me, who is this friend of yours?"
'He is my counterpart. I am the Nightmare of the fear of one's own evil, and I hope that by showing people their own evil, in facing the horror, they will come to embrace it. He, on the other hand, though representing the same fear, hopes to drive men mad to destroy themselves. He is the other side of my coin, and although he has not yet arrived in Balios, I may be able to persuade him to join our cause. After all, we have the same enemy'
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"I don't know man... I don't like the sound of the guy." He shakes his head, "Who am I kidding? Ha! Look at me, working with a dude in a suit and tie and a nice haircut. I usually wouldn't be caught dead around a guy like you, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures." He grins in amusement.
'I mean, I try to look respectable, but only so the people out there see a clearer picture of who I am. If I did my crimes dressed as a punk, they would learn to fear punks, or anyone with spiky hair and a rebellious attitude. They wouldn't listen to what they can't seem to respect. Whereas, if my appearance is normal, like them but smarter, crisper, then they can only judge me on my words and my deeds, and then realise me to be reasonable'
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"Sure, but you lie to them. Are you really all crisp and smart and good? Nah, it ain't genuine. You ain't really respectable or good. You'd more honestly reflect yourself if your clothes were torn and spiked and your hair was nasty and wild, but you choose to deceive others into thinking you're reasonable by dressing reasonably. Anyone who wears a suit is a liar, and that my friend, is a fact."
'I never say that I'm good. They infer that from what they see, and that's their mistake. That doesn't make me unreasonable. Evil is perfectly true, once you take away any other facades. You don't even have to strip away civilisation. When man lives in civilised society, he exploits others for his own gain. Stick a man out in the wilderness, with no civilisation and only a few companions? They eat each other. The notion of 'Good' is the original lie. How am I the unreasonable one for challenging it?'
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He smiles, "Anything that hides or obscures the truth is a lie. Your appearance hides the fact that you're a psycho monster. Your appearance, friend, is a lie. Me and you, we don't see eye to eye. But you're right about man not being as civilized as they like to think. That's why I dress in torn and spiked clothing, leave my hair long, pierce my face, and scrawl ink on my skin. I like being a reminder to folks that nobody's 'normal.'"