"You lied to me, Iskander."
She said softly, her dark, deep eyes meeting Kayon's gaze.
The long period of imprisonment has made it increasingly difficult for him to distinguish the boundary between reality and dreams. Sometimes he wonders if he is just rotting in the darkness.
But he knew that would never be the case. In fact, rotting quietly in the dark seemed not that bad compared to what would happen in the future.
But now, he enjoyed seeing Nefertari even in his dreams.
"You also lied to Itzara."
The silence said everything, Khayon's heart was like an open window to her, there was nothing to hide, so he just looked at Nefertari, and she looked back at him.
"In torpor, my people created the new god we called the Great Hunger. Her first cry burned our empire, her first breath drained our souls. She grabbed those souls in the darkness, and she still does so now... Therefore, I dedicated the souls of others to her. Their pain healed my wounds, and their cries before death were my help to ease their dreams. Lullaby, this is my destiny. Even though I have escaped so far, I understand what loneliness is. Kayon, I can also detect the loneliness of others. Your soul is already too lonely. One day you will die because of it. die."
"I'm not alone."
"Your albino former mentor is dead. He can't figure out why he is following you. The idiot with a sick mind is also dead. Only the fallen one who was enslaved by your witchcraft is still alive. There is also a dog wearing almost The demon that kills the hide of your beast.”
Silence returned to Kayon's lips again.
"I still have you."
Hearing this, the Dark Eldar smiled.
Nefertari was born centuries ago and has outlived all of Khayon's brethren, but for an Aeldari she has barely passed her teenage years.
"Yes, you still have me, but please don't pretend that this is enough. You are not human. Even if you still retain human emotions... you are a weapon and you were born to go to the battlefield with your brothers. , this is your innate instinct. Without it, you will be useless. This is why you welcomed Fire Fist and Uriwan to join. This is also why you insisted on saving Farkus and his men. This is why You are to obey Abaddon's command, your heart is tainted by loneliness, brotherhood is the only purpose for which you were created."
"maybe."
This was not the first time that Kayon had heard this. Such conversations between the two were very common.
"You begin to resist, and finally begin to resist the loneliness that plagues your heart, but is this enough?"
Every word she spoke captivated Kayon and fascinated her.
Then, the Dark Eldar leaned in gently, playing with the crystal claws in his hands, making a faint tapping sound.
"Is this enough?"
she asked again.
"You were born to be a brother, and every weapon needs to be used, doesn't it? There is no one to command you now, Khayon. The Emperor no longer issues orders from his throne, ordering children to conquer planets in his name. The One-Eyed King no longer looks into the abyss of the Sea of Souls, asking you to fall with him, and Abaddon no longer needs you, he has the capital to trade with Ahriman."
"I am my own master."
"What a blunt, foolish pride. I am urging you to seek unity, but you think I am urging you to accept servitude, unity, and join a more meaningful group... When you throw off the shackles of the past, you truly become free."
"I was meant to be free."
She stood closer, and anyone else who dared to touch Khayon like she did in that moment would be mercilessly destroyed.
But she belonged to him, his Nefertari, so he allowed her to brush the fingertips of her glove's still blades against his cheek.
At this moment, there was no desire between the two beings of different races, only a simple and selfless closeness.
"If you were really free."
She put her arms around Kayon's neck and whispered softly.
"Then I will never dream of wild wolves again."
Khayon's blood turned cold.
"Do you know what you are?"
Qianzi shook his head wordlessly.
"You are a samurai far away from the battlefield, a student who has lost his teacher, and a teacher who has lost his students. You want to survive, but living without interest is the same as death... If you continue to live like this, Allow loneliness to gather without resistance, and one day you will become like the other dead people standing in your shadow, or even worse. You will become another Itzala, your most cherished and pitiful one. Itzara (sister of Khayon).”
Khayon gritted his teeth, but his heartbeat became more intense. Itzara was the only softness in his heart besides Nefertari.
Nefertari turned a blind eye and continued with a smile:
"Poor Itzara, floating in a tank of life-saving water, staring at the grave where she is buried, never knows what hope is... But she has a reason to become Anamisis, otherwise she can only As a mortal, you accept the fate of dementia and early death, but why do you want to enter an eternal prison?"
"I..."
"Shh, there's one more thing."
Her eyes caught Kayon's.
"You are changing. I can feel the surge of your soul. You know, taking refuge in Abaddon cannot completely get rid of the wolves in your dreams, but they can."
"They... they are so mysterious, I can't believe it."
"Just wait and see."
Nefertari's smile disappeared, she retracted her crystal claw, and then gently licked away the sweat drops that Khayon left on her fingertips with a very elegant gesture.
"That's it, we'll meet again."
She whispered, their eyes meeting for the last time, but she refused to communicate anymore, turning and flying away.
"Nefertari——"
Kayon opened his eyes, but it was still dark.
Dead silence enveloped him, except for his slight breathing.
Suddenly, he became aware of his side and turned his head to look at the darkness on his right.
"You're here again."
Darkness and silence still prevailed.
"Has the secret been discovered by him?"
Khayon seemed to be talking to himself.
"my choice?"
He let out a bitter laugh, like an owl calling in the dark night.
"Do I have a choice?"
Then, his face suddenly turned sideways and his brows knitted together.
"Are you sure you really need to do this? This will only deepen his suspicion. He is not stupid. With so many things connected together, even an idiot should see the clue."
After more than ten seconds, the imprisoned Thousand Sons Wizard sighed.
"It's up to you, I'll answer the call, and you'd better remember to fulfill your promise..."
After saying that, he lowered his head and seemed to fall into a new deep sleep.
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