"I said you aren't strong enough to kill me. Let alone you; even your god won't be able to kill me. I'm not sure if I should be happy about that or sad," Ryder declared proudly as he gazed into the eyes of Luke.
Not even the least bit of fear was visible in his eyes as he answered Luke. Fear of death was the last thing he even thought he'd have.
Still, he was actually somewhat concerned. Dying was something he preferred to progress without.
"I'm not sure if I should laugh at you or feel pity. Fear of death is something that all weak people like you should possess. It keeps you grounded to reality and makes you stay within your limit," Luke told Ryder as he frowned.
"Without fear of death, you wouldn't even know how you'll die," he continued. "Unfortunately, you seem like the unlucky one that won't know when death comes at his door," he continued as he rolled his eyes.