"You came back," Lagus remarked with a chuckle. "That was a very stupid idea, Neraxis."
"You think so too?" Neraxis asked, tilting his head. "But I feel like it's not too bad. After all, with all that strength of yours, you should've been able to easily kill me, yet you didn't."
"Playing with food is what I do best," Lagus replied, stepping closer. "And at the moment, you're the main dish. How do you feel? Honored?"
"Repulsed." Neraxis shrugged before putting on a serious look. "How do I get rid of you?"
"Why don't you ask the magic lamp, dear Neraxis?" Lagus teased. "Killing me is impossible. You know what else is impossible? To fully expel me from this world."
"Why?" Neraxis asked. "Do you think you're immortal just because of the administrator privileges you once had? Or the fact that you can jump bodies at will?"
"Both, to be honest," Lagus replied. "As long as the concept of thought exists, so do I."
