Nexo could see....he just didn't...care. That was the simplest way of putting it. He simply just didn't care. The vortex guided most of his actions. He lived and existed in a semi-dream like state some of the time. The rest of the time he was learning, adapting, exploring, thriving off new things. The deaths of the gangsters was brought on by the darker side of his being. The Abyss was him. The Abyss's lifeline flowed throughout his entire body. Fueled it. Controlled it ever so slightly. He was not dumbstruck...no not at all. Was he just not taking notice of the world...to an extent...that was true. Was he giving a damn at all? Not even the slightest shred of caring did he possess.<br/><br/>He felt her rather than saw her at first. He was hearing the voice of the vortex he saw in his mind. The swirling back mass of darkness, shadows, and evils so great hell itself feared it. His eyes currently, while away from her, appeared to have blue eyes and whites to them. Should he turn to her the whiteless, pupil less, black void that seemed to draw you into them. He didn't really pay her much mind even when she spoke.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Excuse me unique one? Who the hell speaks like that. Ignore her. Maybe she will go away.</span></span>Said the strange hissing whirling vortex inside his mind.<br/><br/>He however, found himself curious and only ignoring her at first. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was walking in the same direction. That she was walking beside him and apparently had no intentions of going away any time soon. He stopped and turned his black abyss gaze upon the female. Looking at her and frowns. "I am? I didn't notice. I really don't care either. The vortex told me to ignore you. Yet you intrigued me by refusing to just walk away from me. So I am ignoring the vortex." he says quite bluntly.<br/><br/>He shrugs a bit. "Accidents and deaths happen." he says softly. "It isn't that much chaos. There isn't that much death. There is barely any loss of life." He looks at her quizically. "How do you stop something that is rarely even intentionally caused. Those gangsters attacked me. I defended myself. It was not my fault they suffered dire consequences to their actions. Stupidity almost always has a dangerous reaction." He says. Resuming walking.<br/><br/>He continued in a stroll that seemed like it hadn't even stopped for a moment. He looks at her and those blackhole gazing eyes of his studied her. "Why would a spawn of death give a damn either way?" he asks simply and with slight curiousity. "Isn't the job of death to take those that have died...so strange that you are requesting someone to stop assisting with your soul collection." He muses to himself and only slightly to her.<br/><br/>He looked ahead again and his gaze seemed to cloud over a bit. He was rather confused why she had not left him alone as of yet. He ignored her pointedly. The vortex's voice speaking in his mind.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Vanish into shadows. Take flight of this child. You do not need to spend time with a child of death. Sweet Nexo...listen to me...go away from her. She will bring nothing but trouble. Possibly an end to our little fun.</span></span>He waves his hand. "Be quiet vortex...I wish to hear her out." he says outloud. He kept walking yet suddenly touched her arm. "Hold tight...we take flight. This place is causing ill will and boredness in my eyesight." he says in a rhyming sort of way.<br/><br/>They are engulfed and enveloped in shadows. Reappearing in some other state...in another bad part of town. He released her and started walking once more. "People call me a ghost. A phantom. A spirit of agony. I don't really know what I am. What are you? A figment of another being? Or your own person in your own right?"