βhow amusing. you call yourself a killer, but youβre only playing a role. you canβt really take what belongs to me, the sovereign of the silent realm.β
βthe god of impure demise. thatβs me. i know, i know. itβs a dirty job. but someoneβs gotta do it. and iβm the best at it. you should see the other guys.β
βbe true to myself, huh. fine, ill discard the courteous speech, heh. i hardly speak like that. too much effort.β
He paused
βi guess youβre also sans, huh? a different me, free from the curse. imagine iβm offering you a friendly gesture.β
He elongated his spine, realigning the skeletal structure, and fine-tuned his trusty scythe. βi ponder, can a calcified conundrum like myself experience the agony of toothaches?β He chortled, allowing humor to escape his jaw. βgreetings and salutations, fleeting souls.β