"I'm afraid when you die, you'll end up regretting every single moment of your life. Because you never made a real choice in the first place. You're just a pitiful little boy trapped inside a shell of a man who wants to be so much more than that. So don't talk to me about choice, you poor excuse of a man!"
Massoud's tone was shrill and ear-piercing. Joseph nearly flew into a mad rage. He immediately raised his finger and pointed furiously at Massoud.
Although he wanted to use many vile, malicious words to attack him, he really didn't know what to say at the moment.
"I'm done talking!" As Joseph roared furiously, a huge scythe made of ice appeared in his hands, dazzling with silver lights, as he waved it in Massoud's direction.
However, the moment he attacked, Massoud brandished the Chakras in his hands once again, blocking the scythe.