He walks over to the slowly disintegrating cadaver and picks the small red sphere of the corrupted soul out of it once it is reachable. Holding it up, he allows it to hover over his palm for a moment before tendrils of dark energy seem to reach out of his hand and absorb it. There was a strange sort of casual reverence in the way he handled it and when he spoke again.
"It is about life."
Turning back to Steve, he gives him a fleeting smile. "Do you hate me for what I just did?"
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He walks over to the slowly disintegrating cadaver and picks the small red sphere of the corrupted soul out of it once it is reachable. Holding it up, he allows it to hover over his palm for a moment before tendrils of dark energy seem to reach out of his hand and absorb it. There was a strange sort of casual reverence in the way he handled it and when he spoke again.
"It is about life."
Turning back to Steve, he gives him a fleeting smile. "Do you hate me for what I just did?"