"You have a pleasant voice, but your bloodlust is too strong. Have you killed aimlessly?"
"Is my bloodlust filthy?"
Ken was controlling the Bloodlust Qi around him, coating himself with a thick layer of it to let the monk sense it better. He knew he got under the monk's skin if he made him talk. Ken didn't know if Miles was speaking the truth when he said the monk never spoke, but the young boy never believed that he couldn't.
"No… it's overwhelming and menacing. It makes one's feel there's a danger looming above their head."
"Then you have your answer, it wasn't achieved by filthy actions."
Ken was confident in his bloodlust. His bloodlust was fundamentally different from others' since it wasn't as simple as a side effect of killing many people. Instead, it was part of his soul and an attribute of his core.
'What do you want from me?'