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Zamigo Delma was an oddity among his fellow Ganglers not because he was a profit-seeking free agent - really, who wouldn't want to be like that, besides the loyal, stupid Destra? - but because of his strange modus operandi. There were definitely easier ways to make money for a specialist of his caliber, he could've made it up the ranks and taken all of Dogranio's treasure if he really wanted it.
Except, well, Zamigo made it clear he didn't want the treasure, nor did he want any of the responsibility that came with being a leader. His own safes weren't even made for holding pieces of Arsene Lupin's once-complete Collection, and the transplant? He didn't get that out of jealousy towards the fools parading fancy tat, begging the boss for more whenever they lost yet another toy.
Zamigo got a safe transplanted so he could have more fun.
That's it. That was enough reason for him to put himself under Goche's knife.
What an extradimensional monster like him would consider "fun", well, that was an entirely different can of worms. He liked to fight Lupin Red, liked to shoot and to get shot and to be this close to winning and then so, so close to dying---but why? Why play with his own life so recklessly, why seek a man who wanted nothing more than to rip his still-beating alien heart out of wherever in his body it was located, and feed it to him?
Zamigo scraped his impeccably-painted nails against a block of ice, reveling in the last memories and thoughts of the man frozen inside it. The human's twisted, terrified expression betrayed only a fraction of what he'd actually felt when he felt the muzzle of a gun against the back of his head... but Zamigo could take all of those emotions for himself, and drink them up like a fine wine.
The difference between hunting animals (or his sometimes emotionally-impaired Gangler ilk) and humans was that animals were not self-aware enough to completely understand being hunted. Either they were afraid of everything, or they were afraid of nothing. Either prey afraid of every single movement, afraid of hunters and non-hunters alike, or predators full of confidence and rage until it was too late and they were dead.
Humans feared death on a level far deeper than a rabbit could ever have. They understood themselves to be people, understood what death was, how inevitable it was, and they knew that their valuable lives were ending simply for someone's entertainment. They understood that the time they'd spent alive, their hopes and dreams, and their treasured possessions didn't matter, their personhood entirely unimportant in that moment.
They even had time to imagine what would come of it, to imagine the pain they were surely about to feel, to imagine what would happen to their corpses - eaten by worms, rotting in soil.
That's when Zamigo would freeze them. In that exact moment, the peak of the proverbial roller coaster of terror and suffering. And like he'd just tried to do with the victim in front of him, he'd savor those human feelings, that very human fear and understanding of pain and death and cessation of existence.
Rather, he used to savor those human feelings.
He'd just proven to himself that he no longer could.
Zamigo had never felt anything close to fear himself until he'd met Lupin Red. Hunting people down was not enough now, second-hand feelings that weren't his own just didn't do it for him any more. No stolen sensation would compare to what he felt when his eyes met Yano Kairi's, no feeling would come close to when his stomach would drop and heartbeat would quicken.
Like an alcoholic seeking his eventual end from the bottle, like a foolish sailor following a deadly siren's call, Zamigo kept seeking out Lupin Red. He grew more and more addicted with each bullet that passed ever too close to his head.
Perhaps one day, he would understand what the humans he'd captured and utilized would feel in their last moments. Perhaps, he'd even make the expression that man had made, literally frozen in terror.
The fear of death was now yet another part of human culture that Zamigo desperately wanted to relate to.