Driving compulsion to find a constraint. In my psyche the range is expanding. I can put the blade through his neck, but his mind won't stop vocalizing. Iron translucent reflects a new moon. Outraged, he's no longer staring. His density starts tenderizing. Their immortality is proved wrong. I see he feels the pain. Calmly, he awaits a conclusion. He feels pity for me, for they can see the future. (Siente pena por mi. Puede ver el futuro)