"Oh, Mr. Doyle, you really know how to joke, I'm a worm, a noble Lie Worm, why would I want to be like a human?"
"Tsk... I'm just eroding your soul, not your brain... why would you ask such a foolish question..."
Argongos sneered, mocking his intelligence.
Doyle: "..."
Damn it, this bug actually makes some sense.
"Then let me put it another way, when can we stop... backstabbing each other? We're so close, arguing in my head all the time is quite exhausting."
Doyle had long grown accustomed to Argongos eroding his soul, but now he just wanted some peace.
"Stop backstabbing each other? Please, Mr. Doyle, we're enemies, I want your life, do you still want to be friends with me?"
Argongos shrugged, though as a worm, it had no arms for now.
Doyle stroked his chin, "Maybe it's not impossible, as long as you can be a bit quieter."
