"Punishment and peace..."
Kedening pondered, a look of sorrow crossing his face.
Bologue's words reminded him of things long past, back when the "Man-eater" was just established, and he and David roamed the dark alleys, stealing one soul after another.
Every day, Kedening would wash his hands, washing them repeatedly until they reddened, but he wouldn't stop. Even though they were clean enough, he still felt dirty, with the filth of blood under his nails, impossible to remove even if he tore them out.
"I think... I can understand."
He was serious. Kedening still remembered those dreary days when nightmares woke him every night. Through the slits in the curtains, watching the passersby on the street, he always felt that a messenger of God was among them, watching him, ready to deliver punishment at any moment.
Kedening lived in a fear-laden unease, but as time passed, he wasn't sure if he'd grown accustomed to such a life or simply become numb to the fear of punishment.
