Chapter 15:
"Kniiiiiives?" Light asked. "Why don't you like anyone?"
"Light, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Night sighed. "He doesn't like anyone because no one is worth caring about."
"But-but everyone has to care about SOMEONE." Light persisted.
"Light, you're so naïve." I thought.
"Am I?" Light thought. "I just think in a different way. You think a lot. You should try out this state-of-mind."
"Remember the last time I listened to you?" I accused.
"Actually, I agreed with him for once." Night thought.
"You only say that because he almost killed himself."
"Exactly!"
"I don't think I'm capable of thinking like you, Light." I thought, dissecting an ant. "I've tried, believe me...but I just can't."
"Well, that's okay. You're fine the way you are." Light reassured.
"Am I?" I thought. "I'm far from it. I don't think I can be okay. I've tried for so long... Everything that makes me feel good, it fades away. I beg it not to leave me but I suppose the feeling just tires of me... Aside from killing, nothing I've done has made me feel..."happy" for an extended period of time."
"Then do that." Light advised. "What else can you do? It defines you. You are a murderer. You need to kill. It's what establishes your reality."
"Right." I said aloud, rising to my feet. "Then I'll go establish my reality." I put on my trench-coat and gloves, slinging my scythe over my shoulder as I left.
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Knives
HorrorThis story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...
