[b]"I've decided!"[/b] Prisma announced, pointing at Felix as he fell towards the ground, posed with his spine straight. He landed dead center between his clones with a thud, standing straight, and nodded. [b]"I've decided what your headstone will say!"[/b]

	[b]"Here lies a foolish boy, stolen by a power he could not understand,"[/b]

	[b]"He talked too much!"[/b]

	[b]"Way too much!"[/b]

	[b]"[i]Prisma, Prisma, kill me please?[/i]"[/b]

	[b]"[i]Make the pain stop![/i]"[/b]

	[b]"[i]Make the pain stop!![/i]"[/b] Prisma paused, and his four clones stood up. 

	[b]"Kill them all."[/b]

	In an instant, his clones dashed towards the exit, their hands morphed into sharpened swords. Prisma cackled and sat down on the ground, rocking back and fourth while he looked up at Felix. [b]"I've decided that I don't like you! So I'm going to make your master suffer!"[/b] Prisma said, his voice shifting between its usual, shrill, playful tone, and one that vibrated menacingly. [b]"Come now! Perhaps killing me will stop the oncoming massacre of your people!"[/b]

	He had no intention of fighting Felix seriously. His purpose there was practically fulfilled already. But Felix's patron brought out an unfamiliar feeling in the otherwise uncaring metal-like monstrosity. It was curious, and begged exploration, through [i]torture.[/i]