“You fight like you have something to lose,” he whispered, a secret shared in a storm. “I fight because I have nothing to gain. That is the difference between chaos and order, needle-woman. You protect a world that is already ashes. I… am having fun in the bonfire.”
“There it is!” Jevil danced closer, his tail wagging. “The crack! The little, sad, lonely crack! Everyone has one! Even a hero from a dead future!”
His smile vanished. For the first time, his eyes were wide and dark, empty of mirth.