Death

One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic.

Evil people never believe that they are evil rather they believe that everyone else is evil.

What Gaia said, hit Dreamer as he went silent for a good amount of time.

"You may be right, Gaia. Maybe all these killings made you think I am worse than the people I hate. But there is a difference…"

Dreamer finally spoke as he glanced at everyone fighting, lying dead and told the difference.

"I can turn them alive again."

Dreamer was right. He could turn all these people alive. Hence, creating a difference between Gods and Demons who could not do that.

"I don't care." Gaia said, again laid back on Dreamer's shoulder.

"Haha. I know." Dreamer laughed at Gaia's behavior.

"Who are you talking to?" A voice came as a man in a brown suit came in front of Dreamer.