Owru stops, a hiccup in her motions, like a stopped video tape. It was unclear, but some disruption of reality had been created, leaves falling, grass blowing, they all stopped around that area. Herobrine would find his body had seized up, caught in some form of stasis. Owru then looks back, a small crack forming in one of her eyes and small trails of black fragments begin to bleed out from it, forming the outlines of Zilthai's mask. With a jerky motion she moves over beside him, kneeling, colors darkening, antennae laying down over her shoulders.
"This action you are performing, what is it supposed to accomplish," she inquires coldly, pointing to the knife. Her voice was again that of Zilthai, Owru's apparent shadow, some repressed side that bleeds out in moments of internal unrest. The feeling now was not the soft comfort she normally elicits, but now, for Herobrine, one of judgement and calculation. "You follow mistakes with mistakes, and will end on a mistake, is that what you intend? You failed to take cover, got greedy for power, you lost control, you hurt others in the process, and because they are, within their rights, upset with you, you feel more sorry for yourself in response, to end everything because you fail at something?"
With a flicker, a fluctuation within space, she is suddenly standing behind Herobrine. She stands with her back turned, staring off into the expanse.
"The others, so forgiving, so blissful, all the while I am left to accumulate everything they deem undesirable, to see everything they refuse to," she says, her tone hinting irritation. She then looks back at Herobrine, zipping back beside him. "Do you know how many in this world have lived to see their friends and family murdered before them, can you imagine the pain they go through, the guilt of surviving where others didn't? This here, what you are doing, they would consider because they will never have a chance to reconcile any issues they may have had, or because they have no one left in their lives, because they had been taken away, forever. Some even had them slip away in their arms. And you, consider it for only the reason of upsetting a few people? Do you think it not petty, when the alternative is to seek improvement and reconciliation? In the end, what does this solve?"
Zilthai extends her right hand, the dark color fully through it, and with her finger, she touches the knife blade. The sharp edge begins to dissolve into particles, an alarming numbing sensation coursing through Herobrine's hand. The sensation was not something that can be easily defined, but was like parts of the self were becoming apart from the whole, bit by bit. It stops when the blade's edge had been dulled.
"To answer, for you and your situation, nothing. For me, the shock of something so needless will force Owru's consciousness to recede leaving me the dominant," she says, brutally honest as always. "And in all honesty, as much fear or resentment I may receive, I despise needless destruction above all others. There are two different paths to consider... you can continue this one and only end these series of mistakes with another, or accept that you made mistakes, reconcile with what you can, and learn that this world is bigger than just you being the singular occupant."
She leans in closer, the cracks in her eyes worsening. There was something seething through, an uneasiness within the very environment as bits of corruption begin to infect the frozen leaves and grass, bits of them fragmenting off and fading into emptiness. Her tone grew more intense, piercing, angry.
"A last fact to also consider, if you think I am being cruel, that I 'have no rights to speak of pain,' have you ever been curious what death means for an Outsider? An Outsider simply ceases to be, and the universe erases all traces of them... every memory, every act, ever instance of them ever existing gone from everything, everyone. It isn't just death, it is never being, not even as a past tense. Past, present, future, I would just be... gone. It is an unpleasant thought, one that Owru rather forget, that I as her reservoir of... bad thoughts... am forced to carry, of understanding the very weight of my existence equaling to... nothing... and I'm... always afraid. So now you can also consider this instance of your little life infinitely more pleasant."
With the last statement the disruptions, the corruption, the stasis suddenly stops, everything returning to normal, and Owru is back where she was prior to the events. She is back to her normal, uncorrupted appearance. She stops, looking back, looking confused. Lowering her hand from pointing at the new Outsider as she was prior to everything.
"Um, hey, what... what's going on..?"