Kamille's bloodshot eyes gleamed intensely, listening to the voice. He was so familiar with this voice. Even if he was not, he would be able to recognize it.
[Why did you stop?] There was an obvious mockery in her tone. [You can't do it. You're afraid, Kamille.]
Kamille paused, giving Epsilon breathing room, but he maintained his silence. The reason for Kamille stopping his actions was not something he needed to ponder when the pain he was feeling was enough to wish he were dead.
Kamille held onto the sword that was still pierced inside Epsilon's chest, supporting himself.
[Kill him, Kamille. Kill Epsilon and help me reset this world.]
Her obvious mockery had become more palpable. She knew that Kamille would not do it. Both of them knew that Kamille could do anything but that. No matter how irrational his rage and his desire to dismember Epsilon, Kamille would not kill Epsilon.
