For Lina, God was her everything. Moss's words made her extremely uncomfortable, giving her the urge to trample him to death, to let Moss, who opposed God at every turn, die at the feet of God's most devout follower.
"Do you have any last words?" Lina asked, taking deep breaths.
She and Moss had been childhood playmates. Over the years, the people she knew had fallen one after another; now, only Moss remained.
After Moss's death, her past would cease to exist, leaving her only a future accompanied by God.
At this critical juncture of great importance to her, she was willing to show more patience towards Moss, as a way to add a sense of ceremony to her farewell to the past.
"I see now, although we have so many shared memories, you never really cared about me." Moss felt the pressure on his chest lessen and let go, quietly observing Lina's almost perfect visage.
Lina snorted coldly, "Would you grow fond of someone just because they lived a long life despite you hating them?"