He grumbled to himself as he read over the latest review, before deciding to spice things up a bit. He grinned to himself, before sending a request to Inari, asking if she wouldn't mind him coming over and enjoying her for a bit. He wanted to give her the last two tails, as well as see if she was interested in discussing why him tampering with a handful of souls to include permanently written, previous life memories into them was bad. He knew that he had gone FAR too far with Barid, but if what he recalled while talking to Barid, provided it wasn't a fabrication or modification from Barid, then Verdelet was just flawed to begin with. Inari hadn't gotten the right amount, likely too little, and only certain impressions remained, but he was still getting random snatches of info. It was an interesting issue, especially since one of the memories was right before the end of that life, and it contained one thought.<em>I can't die now, even with Inari waiting for me. I am not... finished yet...</em><br/><br/>He still couldn't recall what that unfinished thing was, but he could see notes all around him, too blurry to make out, scattering as he collapsed, his chest aching. A heart attack, most likely, had killed the man that had conquered enemies from beyond time and space, armies, disease, hunger, even death to a point, but he hadn't been able to conquer decay, wear, and death itself. He shook his head, suddenly back in the room, having been submerged in the last memory of his 'first' life, though he suspected he had more before that one. He shook his head, and glanced at the training room, where Jessica and Cerulean were fighting together, holding back (or rather trying) seven death squad.