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"Gupil walks down the hall looking at the bloodbath he now finds himself in. He has never been one for emotions, even now though his operation was a success he does not find himself feeling accomplished or unhappy about it. All he feels is coldness. An emptiness that cannot be filled no matter what happens, any emotion to enter is swallowed up by the dark hollow pit of his mind. They echo but leave no sensations behind. Looking around at the blood and bodies the disgust he feels is not for the violence that took place but for the mess it left behind. To him, it matters not whether you are alive or dead. Life means nothing to him, it is simply something that is and nothing more. If someone dies then they do, how or why or the fact they are dead doesn't matter it is just a fact. They are dead, they are alive, they are innocent, they are evil. Those things are concepts that he acknowledges exist but other than that are nothing more than concepts. If he gets mad at someone then he kills them, he doesn't think of death as a tragedy, in fact, he hardly thinks of death at all."
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