Although he had willingly opened his mind for Natsume to search through his memories, it still placed quite a burden on this "fake Natsume born of desire."
His consciousness wavered, and it took him a while to recover.
But he quickly noticed Natsume's hesitation.
"My dear self!"
"Looks like you understand now, don't you? There's absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between us..."
"If you want to enter the inner world, you have no choice but to kill me!"
"I'd like to see how long that hypocrisy of yours can last!"
Fake Natsume sneered.
Though he had lost to himself, his mouth still refused to admit defeat...
"Your mouth reeks so badly. Do you want the sole of my shoe to give it a kiss?"
Natsume was getting a little irritated.
He seemed to be genuinely considering whether to kill this impostor...
"Pah!"
"You coward, you just don't dare, do you?"
"You're terrified that killing me will leave your spiritual desires incomplete and affect your future, aren't you?"
"Hypocrite!"
Fake Natsume continued to taunt him, practically wishing Natsume would kill him immediately.
That would be better than staying here and enduring this humiliation.
As an incarnation of spiritual desire, he had more than one amplified desire.
Pride was one of them.
It was because of his pride that he had lost before;
and it was also because of his pride that he could not endure humiliation now.
Faced with the incarnation of spiritual desire's mockery, Natsume did not argue back.
He merely stared straight at him.
And remained silent without saying a word.
After quite a while.
Only when he had stared at the impostor until his scalp tingled did Natsume finally say flatly:
"Still using such a pathetic attempt at provocation? Don't you find it embarrassing?"
"What provocation? Are