"Why?"
"That's a stupid question don't you think Laven?" He answered with a sideway glance.
"Just answer the damn question!" I pressured with my voice.
Slumping down he pulled his head forward, shadowing his expression. Stepping towards the cage Lucar began to explain things slowly.
"I got curious about....the mortal realm. I interacted with it and became attracted to it. I- saved souls I was supposed to reap.
I bit the interior of my mouth.There is a limit to how ironic a situation can get. He taught me the rules. Yet he broke it himself. For a mortals- no mortals' sake.
" So? Are you going to accept the consequences then? Just because of those mortals?"
"This is why you will never understand and will always stay a child!" He yelled.
"Stop. Fucking. Treating me like a child!!! Why is it that you can't accept I've matured! I've gotten my name, my scythe, and have even gain recognition! I'm no longer that little boy you saved all those years ago!"
"Acquiring all those things doesn't mean you're an adult! Laven, you don't try to understand other's emotion and only infer what they feel about you!" He cried out while stepping forth my direction.
Slamming his hands against the bars he let out all his frustration into utter rage, after a short pause he continued.
"That's your problem Laven, you never made the effort to understand them; nor any other efforts to understand me."
"You never did either! So why bother to save some strangers when you can't even understand how the mind of the boy you saved works?" I implied it even more with exaggerated hand gestures. I didn't care how he thought of me at this point, it just infuriates me how simpled minded he is.
"Do you think they're going to care, Lucar? You're not going to escape execution, but do you think they'll mourn at all?" I voiced my words in an intriguing manner.
"If you have something to say, spit it out Laven!" He said, refusing to give into my comments.
"I want to save you Lucar. But I can't do it if you refuse to even have a logical chat for me." I forwardly stated.
"Laven. I don't want to be saved."
"So you're saying you accept being executed for them? You know once you're dead they'all just send another grim to do the job. Your death isn't worth it." My tongue moved on impulse it may have been my lack of rationality, but there wasn't any use in sugar coating.
"I'm taking responsibility for my actions: I can't justify whether they were right or wrong, but it was my choice. And I don't regret dying for it."
Closing my tired eyes I let his words sink in, I was willingly ready to save him but he rather die for the mortals. It was honestly hysterical; enough to make me regret ever asking.
Six days later Lucar was executed. Severed by an executioner's scythe, he was sent into the abyss. He'll never reincarnate as another creature again.
I never went to so his execution, because it felt like it would change me. Witnessing his death would impact me and I couldn't convince myself, however it always tugged at me what were his final moments.
In the end other questions began launching at me. But the conclusion was the same, I won't know the answer but I was once again curious. What world did he see before he died? What was it that interested him?
As naive as I was, I thought I could understand him if I tried to learn about his world.