"Thought about what exactly?" The man continues. "I do know that you've thought ALL about how you're the master of life and death, that you decide who dies, when, and how, knowing or unaware, etc. You may even think that you are the reason your loved ones were, erm, sent to the boxes. Correct?" I felt a heat growing in my belly. "Where is this going, exactly?" The man points at me with finger guns. "Do you know how much power you really have?" I groan in my head. "I don't care about power." God tut-tuts at me. "You could kill anybody, whoever you want, whenever you want. You can see the DEAD, the souls of the living as well. You are practically...a god." The word strangely has no effect on we me. Maybe there's a reason I didn't wanna think that way, or I probably would have killed half the population by now. How many people should I kill? Wait, would...right? Aw, dammit! "With all this power, maybe you can finally keep your promise." What promise? Just stop talking. "She really is still alive. You can make it up to her. Earn forgiveness for letting her suffer." That's it. I lunged at the man slamming a fist into his cheek. "Shut up!" I yelled with all my pent up annoyance and anger. sHe looked surprised and his comedic, threatening stance had disappeared, replaced by surprise, fear, and disappointment. I retracted my fist, staring at it. "I-I'm sor-GACK!" The man grabbed my neck, picking me up off the floor. I tried scratching at his wrists, pulling at his hand, but nothing. His hand was practically a wall, incapable of feeling pain. I saw something like glowing dust flowing around him. "You know, I can't kill you just by myself, but I'm more than capable of making you suf-"
