“Yes… I don't often get a glimpse of the world, but… This has been eye-opening…” Hanz says as he sets down his knife and fork.

Taylor's movements also slow at the change of pace, and he looks up at Hanz. He looked very lost in thought.

“What's up?” Taylor asks, curious what was on Hanz's mind.

Hanz lets out a sigh. “It seems… That to the world… Everything is valid…” He says, sounding out the words, as if he didn't quite believe it himself.

“Hmm…” Taylor hums, waiting for Hanz's next words.

Hanz looks to Taylor and raises an eyebrow. “Well? How does that make you feel? Aren’t you mad?” He asks, some anger on his face.

“Hmm?” Taylor hums again. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” He asks, confused.

An eerie laugh escapes Hanz’s mouth, as a suppressed anger is somewhat released. “Everything is valid, Taylor. If everything is valid then why are some people living in the dirt. Living lives that are less than an affluent person’s dog. These people should rightly kill their way into a respectable life. Wouldn’t that be easier than wallowing in the mud, suppressed by depression and ideas that they aren’t good enough? Taylor, these people deserve the same things that we do. They can be fucking happy and they’re not. Are you not furious?” He asks as his rage is partially expelled with heavy breaths.

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Taylor’s eyes widen and a heat finds itself on his face. “Fuck. You’re right. So many of this world’s trash have been suppressed. They’ve been convinced that they’re lesser. But they don’t have to be. Holy fuck. That’s intense.” Taylor exclaims as he processes the idea. “But I can’t help but think that some of these people couldn’t even imagine the heights they could reach. A lot of these people don’t understand what it means to be high. They don’t remember what it feels like without their chains.” Taylor says slowly as he considers the matter.

“Fucking exactly. And these chains… They’re not even real. Money? Law? Morality? What the fuck is that? Your mind naturally understands what’s good for you and what’s not. They just pile all this bullshit on top of you and people play along because everyone else is doing it. They’re just fucking zombies. They don’t know what it means to be a god.” Hanz exclaims before pausing to take a big gulp from his wine glass.

“So… Are you going to do something about it?” Taylor asks, a hint of expectation in his voice.

“Do something about it? Why would I do something about it? In this world you can only really help yourself. But… I feel like I could nudge things along…” Hanz says with a smile.

Taylor raises an eyebrow. “How?” He asks, pushed on by intrigue.

“Do you like games, Taylor?” Hanz says with a smile.

Taylor looks at Hanz’s smile and for some reason he felt a very ominous feeling. That smile… It sort of looks a little evil… He couldn’t help but think.

“What kind of games?” Taylor asks with a heavy voice. He was a little reluctant to continue this conversation.

Hanz lets out a chuckle. “Remember when we talked about the world and I said that I feel like I could do better? Well… I intend to try…” He says before bursting out into laughter.

Taylor’s eyes widen. I have a bad feeling about this… He couldn’t help but think.