บท 1385: A promised future

[Is that why you think it is me? Because you can't "figure me out?"]

"No, it's because we are so alike, I told you. Only someone who understands me will be capable of granting me the death I need."

Max inched even closer. His face was just a couple of inches away from Hao Xuan's as they stared into each other's eyes, both refusing to look away.

"Right there!" he exclaimed in a whisper, "I can see the madness in your eyes...the same kind as mine. Buried so very deep but it is there. That apathetic lunacy that will destroy everything it touches one day, I know you hide it. Why are you afraid?"

His hands rose into the air, the thumbs and forefingers resting above Hao Xuan's eyes as if he were about to fish something out of the depths of his soul.

"I want to see it again, that madness!" his own eyes widened to the point that all Hao Xuan could see was his own shocked image being reflected in their depths.