[ He giggles, shoulders hunching as his hand presses over his mouth to cover up his laughter. Mitsuhide makes a small noise -- thoughtful, amused -- as he pulls his hand away to see that he accidentally smeared his own blood on his face. It only makes him laugh more. ]
Ah, I really forgot how messy that is. I honestly forgot. [ Even though he speaks softer, seemingly talking to himself, his tone is that of a child attempting to convince an adult of a lie. Lilting, obviously deceptive to the point it is laughable. But once more, he is the only one laughing. ]
Ah? Nothing that can be seen. [ He lifts his hand to wave it, brushing away the question. ] The body is already ... [ His head turns slightly like he hears something behind him. His gaze becomes distant as his mouth parts just a little. ]
The marks I leave are upon the soul. Yes, it is beyond the flesh. Far beyond it. You have seen it already, haven't you? [ He returns his gaze back to Daud, lips pressed together like he may start laughing again soon. ] Those skulls. They were once living men. They had to be! You can't just summon a skull from nothing! Did you think I did? You are so silly!
[ His head is thrown back to laugh at the very idea that there are just headless abominations that he can call upon. ] The body comes along later. But I don't do much until the body is dead. It isn't nice to. Not nice at all. So, I just give the spirit reason. After all, every spirit has a little bit of madness in it.
[ He smiles. ] Once their celebration is over, they can join the others. It would be sad, after all, if they were all by themselves. Don't you agree? Very sad, indeed. I am not so cruel as to discard them once their bodies have been hacked to pieces. Right? You agree that would be rude, right?
[ Indeed, it is in his mind just a little curse to drive the soul mad. In its madness, it may end up with the body being torn apart by those that wish to stop bloodshed. Sometimes, the person can break out of it themselves. Sometimes, others are able to shake them out of their madness. But to those whose bodies become ruined and bloody messes, he will happily collect what remains. ]
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[ He giggles, shoulders hunching as his hand presses over his mouth to cover up his laughter. Mitsuhide makes a small noise -- thoughtful, amused -- as he pulls his hand away to see that he accidentally smeared his own blood on his face. It only makes him laugh more. ]
Ah, I really forgot how messy that is. I honestly forgot. [ Even though he speaks softer, seemingly talking to himself, his tone is that of a child attempting to convince an adult of a lie. Lilting, obviously deceptive to the point it is laughable. But once more, he is the only one laughing. ]
Ah? Nothing that can be seen. [ He lifts his hand to wave it, brushing away the question. ] The body is already ... [ His head turns slightly like he hears something behind him. His gaze becomes distant as his mouth parts just a little. ]
The marks I leave are upon the soul. Yes, it is beyond the flesh. Far beyond it. You have seen it already, haven't you? [ He returns his gaze back to Daud, lips pressed together like he may start laughing again soon. ] Those skulls. They were once living men. They had to be! You can't just summon a skull from nothing! Did you think I did? You are so silly!
[ His head is thrown back to laugh at the very idea that there are just headless abominations that he can call upon. ] The body comes along later. But I don't do much until the body is dead. It isn't nice to. Not nice at all. So, I just give the spirit reason. After all, every spirit has a little bit of madness in it.
[ He smiles. ] Once their celebration is over, they can join the others. It would be sad, after all, if they were all by themselves. Don't you agree? Very sad, indeed. I am not so cruel as to discard them once their bodies have been hacked to pieces. Right? You agree that would be rude, right?
[ Indeed, it is in his mind just a little curse to drive the soul mad. In its madness, it may end up with the body being torn apart by those that wish to stop bloodshed. Sometimes, the person can break out of it themselves. Sometimes, others are able to shake them out of their madness. But to those whose bodies become ruined and bloody messes, he will happily collect what remains. ]