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Paradox would let out a small chuckle. "And I thought I was strong." The words were strangely remorseful. The general chanced a double take towards the city borders, before returning his unfaltering gaze towards the swordsman. It was really a lack of a gaze, because of that hood that shaded his face. "I can make many things, and that is one of them. I even have an item that may help with such attacks, too." Paradox told the swordsman. He still remembered the cube.

Paradox merely looked back at the swordsman. "I dislike killing. . . too. It's not important to anybody, except me, yet it is more important to everything than it is to me." The general seemed to think for a moment, looking slowly at everything around him. "Tell me. Would you cut off your own arm if it sometimes didn't do what you wanted it to do?" Paradox asked, his arms crossed. The general was thinking.

Paradox sighed. "What if it still worked perfectly well? What if it just had a mind of it's own? Would you still cut it off?" Paradox asked again after rephrasing the question. it was something he was sereosly considering, but it would be a huge hit to the general.

Paradox watched the man with interest, "That's interesting. I will consider it, I suppose. I have been all this time, after the debacle the last few days, but I don't think I can deal with the side effects. One was hard enough to get rid of." Paradox mused to himself, lost in his own thought. The general slumped, and the armor creaked and bent with the uncharacteristic change in posture of the Giant.

He would tap the general in the armored chest with a knuckle before answering. "Then don't. It's as easy as that. I look at it in this manner; If I cannot fight, I do what I have to in order to make myself able. Whether it means burning myself out emotionally, mentally, or physically. If you removing your arm affects your position as General, and your life as a Warrior, then do not. Unless you have a way of overcoming it." He would turn his back to the General. Grabbing a boulder-sized chunk of rock in one hand, he would walk towards the large debris pile, tossing it into it as though he were throwing a football.

"I am remembering as time goes by, I am remembering things.." He would let his hands rest upon his hips as he continues. "The touch of women from my past, the many years of solitude I spent learning how to do no more than kill using whatever means possible. A piece of hair is a weapon. My bare hands, the cup one would drink out of in the morning.. A piece of bone like a femur, or a skull.. Instances where I have done so." He nods at this. "Yet we are not like other people.. We are no allowed to live belligerently like other mortals.. I am sure that you can restrain your arm, I know you have will power, I feel your abilities by being about you."

Paradox licked his lips. A cup would be so nice in the morning, but he just never had the time anymore. "There are many more ways to kill that you haven't explored. A word, a drop of water, and something as simple as the emotion of love." Paradox added in. He was what somebody would call an expert in death, more than most other people. The number of people he killed, at the very least numbered the days he had been alive. "It's hard to restrain something that knows how to get out when your not looking. Either way, I will make that armor for you."

Serenity felt the other presence through the material of the roof. It seemed that Zypher was back, and far more different than before. As fast as the little girl could, she was down in the hallways, turning the corner to meet Zypher. "Hya!" She jumped out from behind the corner with her hands waving about like a lunatic.