"Hm? Hmmmm?"
A long, sharp note of confusion rattled in the Denizen's throat. It was as if it couldn't comprehend why Chaisi refused to just die in its memory, why he insisted on crawling back to his feet time and time again.
"You can die, in mem-ory thir, ty-eight—"
'Just a moment ago, it said "thirty-nine,"' Chaisi thought. 'So it's counting down.'
'A memory that's been used once can't be used to attack me again, right?'
Perfect. He'd had enough of that weak, useless, helpless five-year-old child who could do nothing but cry and scream.
His loathing for powerlessness was even greater than his hatred for the Denizen.
Chaisi shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
"Hnnnnngh?" Seeing him still standing, the Denizen sounded extremely displeased, its voice growing much more grating. "Thir, ty-eight—"
"Stop your noise," Chaisi said in a low voice. "As long as I can't see your face, I won't black out. Right?"
