Mace: So…how would you kill me?
Ghost: *stops sharpening his knife* …
Ghost: *looks at Mace* Excuse me?
Mace: I mean it, if you were going to kill me…how would you do it?
Ghost: … Mace: Would it be torture? Would it be quick? Tell me.
Ghost, thinking: *tilts his head to the side* ...
Ghost: I’d gut you. Like an autopsy, but you’re still alive.
Ghost: I want to see you squirm in my grasp as I cut open your torso. You're chained to the table, too weak to do anything about it, as I explore the organs that are the very cause of your life. I want you to look at me with tears streaming down your face when you feel my hands inside you, ripping, removing, making you bleed. The light leaving your shiny eyes, knowing you are dying an extraordinary, slow, painful death by yours truly.
Ghost: I will be the last face you see.
Mace, a little shocked: *whistles* You've thought about this, huh? Haha.
Ghost: Hm, maybe a little... *continues sharpening his knife*
Ghost: ... *puts his knife down* So, how would you kill me?
Mace: I would get something quick and efficient. Something that would make your heart stop so fast that you wouldn't have time to panic. To see your body go stiff as death swims through your veins. Your pretty autumns fade when your body starts to fall, but even then, I will still catch you.
Ghost: Even when you're the one to kill me?
Mace: Even then. I want to feel the warmth of life leave your soul. I will be the reason The Ghost finally dies.
Ghost: *chuckles* That just sounds like something you’d do to stroke your ego.
Mace: Hey, I can want more than one thing!
Mace, smirking: You’re smiling.
Ghost, picks up his knife and starts cleaning it: No, I’m not, sod off.
Ghost: I'll revive you by the power of necromancy and do it again.
Mace: Oh, speaking my language, baby.
(Made THIS POST about a week ago on my random shite account and wanted to make an example of just one of their conversations.)
