He looked at me and let out a loud laugh that rolled across the whole of the sky.
"And why is that? Because I killed that man?"
His laughter receded for a moment, and something cooler settled behind his eyes.
"Would you have been equally angry on my behalf if he had killed me instead? He fought a battle and he lost. Blame him for being weak. Why blame me for killing him? I was only doing my job."
I tilted my head, taunted by the sheer unreasonable nonsense pouring out of his mouth.
"Job? Job? Your job was to kill people?"
He laughed.
"Of course not. My job is to find it. The door."
His smile broadened until it showed teeth.
"And guess what? I did!!"
There was no use talking to the bastard. I was not so daft that I didn't know he was feeding me these scraps of information to buy time, because all the while, the other snake was consuming the dead man's body, and it had already worked almost halfway up.
