...I need you; as you are my other half, the reason why I get up from bed...

The same hollow dialogue, the same empty girl. Another day I have to deal with this... I click the register, to count the money. The day is nearly ending, and we have to count the bills before transferring the money to the safe and then to the bank. It easy and simple... doesn’t requires extensive formation such as a degree in any professional career.

Perfect for an outcast like me.

...Your schemes to maintain your power in our reality were legendary, why would you leave them for this small existence?...

Again with this verse. Last week you used the same line in order to verbally butter me up to your demands.

It was such a good place my old reality. Rise up, check the field, the people tending them. Go to the mines, make sure the prisoners were still alive... The basics of the “evil” overlord. While I abhor this term, I can reason the reason why said description. It is quite inhumane, but a necessity.

The world needed balance. Too much evil can turn the world in a hellish plane, with “Angels” raining death in order to clean the slate, and start anew.

Too much good... Goodness, you don’t want to know what happens when there was too much good...

...People counted on you for many things, now I see...

Ok, this line is new... I just bother to raise a hand to ask the “heroine”...

What happened? I just ask.

And she coyly looks the other way...