Hidan closed his eyes, hands gripping the handle of his sword. [i]schlick schlick[/i]. His knuckles were white, the sword sending sparks everywhere. The sword was made out of a special alloy, a mix between metal and crystal. The sword had a special Mercury core so when heated, the sabre emits a blinding light. Of course, being a sabre, it was also flexible and used for slashing rather than stabbing. Hidan opened his eyes, the [i]schlick[/i] of the sword calming his nerves.

"I have met many people. The lowest of scum, rapists, child molesters, slavers and Hutts. Every single one of them I have killed. And none of them compare to what is inside me." Hidan paused, eyes glazing over as he ran through Scourge's and Assassin's memories. Assassin and Scourge were silent, watching the conversation with interest. This was the farthest Hidan has ever told anyone anything about his mental health. Hidan paused over one and opened his mouth.

"I cannot tell you how many times I have been scarred from what they have done. The only thing they have in common with me is that they share my body. That is it. One of them wanted to have his way with you while the other wanted to kill you." Silence reigned around the room, Hidan's knuckles turning white. "If any of them came out right now, I wouldn't be able to stop them. I am only the Diplomat. The Scribe. I cannot kill anything, I cannot do anything that they have done. On the battlefield, I would be absolutely slaughtered. I have to rely on the monster inside of me to keep me alive."

Hidan turned to look into Trazi's eyes. "I survive through my monster. Through the monster, I prosper. This demon is my saviour, my last line of defence. I do not know who I am anymore. I am not Hidan Yakamura." He pointed at his chest and made a circle around his heart. "[i]We[/i] are Hidan Yakamura. I live my demon. And I bet you the world that no one else in this whole ship lives their demon like me. For [i]they[/i] are a part of me."

Hidan paused, letting his words sink in. He rubbed the bacon of his head. "Sorry about that." He turned around and went back to sharpening his sword. "I say too much." 

"[b]No shit[/b]" Assassin couldn't help but agree.