Reserved @ Dead Weight, canon is Berserk

[enrage]

Just couldn't take me somewhere where I wouldn't have to kill freaks and monsters, huh?

...At least it won't be boring.

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[maelstromed]

You will bite and cut and tear. And you will be bitten and cut and torn.

An animal's wont.

[enrage]

Keep talking. Just keep talking. I want you rationalizing me, yourself, and everything you've done when I kill you.

Hell, I hope you show up here. It'll be fun gutting you once for every life you stole. Immortality's a bitch when you aren't a god, I bet. It's gonna hurt so much, and you're gonna deserve every. Last. Bit of it.

[maelstromed]

...you've spoken sooner than you've swung.

[enrage]

Won't matter if I swing here. The thought crossed my mind, it'd be fun to get a little practice for the real thing, but I don't want anything to cheapen the moment when it comes.

[maelstromed]

Like a bride waiting to bleed after she takes her oath. You flatter.

[enrage]

No flattery at all. You don't deserve anything but the very best, isn't that right? Nothing's getting in the way of what you deserve.

[maelstromed]

A man can be lord to his dreams or slave to another's. You begrudge me that I would look shackles where their metal is best and spit upon them.

[enrage]

You used to talk straight to me, you remember that? None of these flowery words and metaphors. I used to think you thought me as someone about your equal, but we all know where that went, don't we?

[maelstromed]

I wonder. Which of the truths you are unequipped to handle would you rather have said straightforwardly, to your face? That no one man, no company of men is worth a country? That you will die of my order, and not even my sword?

[enrage]

Oh, you got me all wrong. Like I said, that's what I thought. I know better now, the Griffith I thought I knew, that guy never really existed. You thought of us as tools. And me, I was your trained attack dog. Me, Casca, Judeau, Pippin, Corkus, Rickert... that's all we were to you, steps on a staircase to your greatness.

Well, you got your greatness. Now, your dog's come back, and he's here to tear your throat out.

[maelstromed]

One bite I'll allow you. Then I'll wear every one of your fangs on my gauntlet.

[enrage]

Now you're talking my language. We'll see if you're in any position to make bargains when I'm through with my first 'bite,' though. I might be hungry for a little more.

[maelstromed]

You are always... a big man of small ambitions, aren't you?

[enrage]

Never took much to make me happy. Cutting that pretty head off won't bring anyone back, but it sure is going to feel good.

[maelstromed]

Give me the names, then, of all these dead you honour. I have a wager that you barely know the one, for all that they serve as your excuses. I have a wager I know them better.

[enrage]

You got a point, there. I don't remember all their names, that kind of idea is the sort of thing the old human Griffith might have done. I'll just have to assume they'd be alright with me taking down the man that had them killed in the worst way. A death for a death, don't know how many that'll be, but don't worry. I'll round up.

[maelstromed]

...learn their names by next we meet. If you've any of this honour you mean to shed my blood for.

[enrage]

Faces ain't enough for me to kill you on their behalf? If it isn't 'honorable,' I don't mind doing it just for me. I've got enough hate to go around.

[maelstromed]

If you still take advice: never ask the intended cadaver when and how to cull it. You'll come to pity it.