The Blackblood Lord coughed softly, struggling to speak clearly, though his voice still carried a bit of his well-established authority.
"I… I suddenly find myself short on time, since I'm dying… so I have to do everything at once.
Isn't it funny? Men make plans as if they have all the time in the world, never knowing when they will take their last breath. Aren't we all just flesh balloons inflated with arrogance?
It makes me think. Are… are there really people in this world who die without regrets?
I wonder if mortals die peacefully when every dream of theirs has been fulfilled in their lifetimes? Or is it that no life exists without regrets?"
The Blackblood Lord sighed before shaking his head.
"Aaah… I digress. Perhaps this whole dying thing really got to me as well. I'm not as strong as I thought I was, I guess. Forgive me for rambling and wasting your time."
He chuckled again, though the sound was dry and thin.
Aksai stepped forward slowly, eyes steady, voice calm.
