The melodious voice again shifted a note and announced the arrival of the next question. Remirg beckoned as usual as a consent to the continual. A small silence proceeded as the Warden posted the next question, the beautiful transition in his voice making the process look like a de facto.
Remirg listened.
As well as Mr. Voice, who looked like he was going to end up in a fit of violent convulsions in any possible second underlying the immediate future. Though still, he assimilated all his strength and tried to blockade his mind of the excruciating pain raging through his astral body.
He listened as well.
"Will you be willing to kill.... and save?"
Mark tried to produce a small laugh as he coughed a handful of nothing out of his body.
"This guy really wants to destroy every ******* thing I managed to create..... or he really wants me dead."
