“Why for me? Are you afraid that if I poorly perform tasks, your Mission will fail and you will not become the king of black?”
“Is this my Mission?”
“Don't you want it?”
“I don’t even know what I want and what my Mission is. Maybe it’s about getting you out? Help you?”
“To set on the path of the true dirty Demon?”
“You need support.”
“You said yourself that I’m finished.”
“I believe that the point of no return has not yet been passed.”
“Did you get Arel out? Have you raised him?”
“I did my best! And helped him a lot!”
“Taught him to suck well? I agree that this skill is very important in this life.”
Kors grimaced.
“Unfortunately, there is no merit here, this talent was innate in him.”
Nikto just shook his head.
“I know where to start,” Kors continued, “you need to cut back on your medication, that’s for sure. You inject yourself every two hours, and then, of course, you are hard hit by the withdrawal. I tried it and I know what I'm talking about.”
“Oh, what did you try there, Vitor? Like a girl who drank a glass of wine and thinks she understood everything about alcohol. It’s funny! Do you want to try ‘black water’?”
Kors’ face changed:
“No.”
“Well, then don't give a fuck.”
“Follow the culture of your speech, this is also important. Watch your appearance. Heal! You have hepatitis! You healed Lis and removed all his scars. Do the same with your face and body! And then you will have intelligent thoughts. Not like this, when you barely open your eyes in the morning, and immediately rush for a drink and a syringe, and let the day pass as it should, but go to wash, comb your hair, eat normally. Plan everything and strictly follow the plan, don’t go to your unclean ones in the evening, but be sober at least once.”
“And read a book?” Nikto said and laughed.
“You would have achieved more if you listened to my words. Once you are in a human body, live according to the laws of people and the rules for the normal functioning of the body. Respect and love it. You seem to intentionally force your brain with substances, you want to kill yourself, and then what? They will, as Lis says, ask you. What will you tell your higher overseers: “The body died, it is not my fault that I couldn’t complete your tasks!” Yes? It is foolish to hope that they will believe you. You will go back to your world of shit!”