"How much blood must it take? Do you truly feel happy with yourself?" The voice seemed to radiate from the mask left on the ground in front of Benliadar's paws. "I hope you feel joy. I hope you feel joy seeing others suffer. It seems to be what you've made of yourself." The voice echoed through his mind. It was an angry, harsh voice. "I've seen you. Some day I hope that your heart will be broken again, set free from the hardness you made of it." The voice ended. A scream of pain.
Benliadar remembered it vividly. The healer laid motionless after he slashed her throat. Her words angered him. Why her words angered him so much and why he killed her, he couldn't remember. Only that she was in the way. Her whole tribe was in the way. After all, they banished Kuro. They had no interest in everlasting life. They have to pay. It was Benliadar's role to make them pay.
"Why do I want to live forever?" grumbled Benliadar softly under his breath, "I'll only be haunted by memories and pain." He sighed, regretting he said that. What if any of the other wolves heard him? He could be charged for blasphemy. Heaven forbid Kuro found out. But still Benliadar couldn't figure out the big deal about living forever. Really who wants to eternally be tortured with memories of losing their loved ones..or...the guilt..of...murdering other wolves's loved ones? Why would he want to be haunted with their cries of pain? Why did he have to care so much? Heck they are enemies. Soldiers aren't supposed to care about their enemies. Benliadar felt angry with himself for even letting his mind go this far. He forced himself to change his thoughts. There was another battle coming up. He needs to get sleep. After all a sleep deprived commander can't be any use in battle. His soldiers needed him. Benliadar shoved the mask away and tucked his head into his paws. Snoring, he soon fell asleep.
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