i would've granted you the gentlest end. [ To Castorice ]
Death isn't kind. It's not gentle or kind. Especially not for someone who's called an executioner. Maiden learned this from childhood. She took people's lives as easily and quickly as they were born. Some resent her for it. Others laugh at her. Others fear her. Castorice watched her victims from afar, her gaze guilt-ridden. She condemned herself, even though this was her fate from the very beginning. Why had it come to this? Couldn't she have had another life, as a simple mortal? Without fear of judgment, without fear that your touch would destroy everyone? The gods. The Titans didn't take pity on her. Perhaps they considered her life a play. When she hated her entire existence. This is the turn of events she expected. It still hurts just as much. Has Castorice ever wondered what her own death would be like? No. She takes the lives of others; she never imagined it would come so soon. Deliverer is an interesting person. From her perspective, someone with such a heavy burden should be unemotional, ruthless. Taking advantage of mortals and showing no mercy. How she do it. Phainon is different. Stronger than she is. He's still human in that respect. Gentle. Maiden admires him for this and, on top of that, spits in her face that she could never be like him. Will she still have time to atone for this? She's not sure. "I've never met a gentle death. If the opportunity arises, I hope it'll be from you. Quick. Remember not to hesitate. I'll gladly give you the place of executioner when Death comes to me." She gave him a small smile, her cold aura diminishing. "I have a feeling it will happen sooner than anyone thinks."