A voice that was both intensely familiar and strangely foreign resounded in Gaven's mind, "The left hand is dead, it's your choice, Master. From today onward, I will live for myself!"
Familiar, because the voice was much like his own.
Strange, because the voice was icy, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if emanating from a cold machine or the mouth of an Undead.
The origin of the psychic whisper was evident, it was the Giant Slaughter Left Hand.
It had boldly awakened its own consciousness.
"Wait a moment, let's deliberate, I apologize first, this time it's my fault, my approach harmed your feelings.
But I wasn't aware beforehand that you had gained independent consciousness.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used such a crude and destructive method.
You're a part of my body, should be the one who understands me the most... uh... consciousness, that is.
We can definitely find a complete solution that satisfies us both!"
