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On a starry night, the wind was erratic and confusing. All of the cult members were sleeping. Lamb and Narinder, recently married, chose to protect themselves in a small and humble tent, covered in blankets and eating mushroom soup.
Narider grumbled. He took some reluctant sips of the soup, but refused to eat it nonetheless.
— Pathetic, this is. Really.
Lambert chuckled, as they found his attitude quite silly. Why wouldn’t he eat? The food they made with so much care, and love inside their heart? He retorted with a slight bit of sarcasm.
— I don't see anything “pathetic” about eating a simple soup. Really..
— Why are you even— Why do I waste my time, even talking to you? You bested me. You took my crown and… Didn’t even leave me to rot? What are your intentions, Lambert?
— Lamb.
— Why should I respect your name calling preferences, anyway? Why should i?
Lambert was assertive, and cruel.
— Because I won against you, that’s why.
…
— It's as simple as that, isn’t it? You should’ve killed me when you had the chance, shepherd; It would be easier for both of us.
Narinder continues,
— Why didn’t you kill me?
Lambert took a long sip of the soup. They were not going to answer until Narinder “quits it with his fit”, they thought.
— I was a god, silly lamb!
Narinder shouted, and then continued with his… Bantering.
— I didn’t have the time or the sheer will to eat! I was busy playing with destiny, recruiting followers, busy having… fun! Fun that I could never have anymore.
Lambert didn’t answer, once again, still sipping on their soup as they watched. Narinder finishes his statement.
— The price of playing with death, little lamb… It is an immense depression and boredom. I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. They took everything away from me.
— Let’s play knucklebones.
— What?
— You said you’re bored. Let 's play a simple game together. Isn’t that good? Aren’t we resolved now?
— I’m not one off your malleable members for you to manipulate, Lambert.
Lambert’s ear twitched.
— It’s a simple game of dice.