"Another time then." Nemo suggested casually in response to Raiya's threat.
He let out a sigh and sunk back into his chair with a slight chuckle. "Well, at least around two of those things weren't completely psycho." He commented. "I was hoping you'd say something like:"
"I like gardening... I like to ride motorcycles, or maybe I like videogames." He said with his best impersonation of Raiya's voice. "Here are my favorite foods, what I want for Christmas." Nemo continued. But I'll take the cooking thing, that's a good start."
"I'm sure that sounds rich coming from a guy like me, but that's the point. Seems we do have a few things in common. You're saying things that somebody like me would say. And look how people view me? Monster, demon, crazy, freak, not very good... not very good at all." Nemo started to finish up all the food he took out. "I had 'social disadvantages' since the beginning, but I acknowledge it takes two to tango, things would not have gotten so out of hand had it not been for my own actions. There's always another path to take, but I chose this one because I felt it was all I had."
"I never got any closer to what I wanted, I simply just began to forget that I ever wanted it. When you choose the path of a murdering psychopath, there are consequences. Doesn't matter if you ever intend to stop one day. Everybody around you will forget you are a person, that you're human, and eventually you will too... And once that day comes, it's too late. There's no going back." Nemo explained as he finished rebuilding his gun, spinning the cylinder with his hand and then placing it on the table afterwards.
"And that, that is the sacrifice one will make to 'further their abilities' as a killer. To toss the things which are no longer needed. Cut away and amputate parts of themselves like a broken limb. Because they're only a hindrance to you now." Needless to say, Nemo's tone had become much less lighthearted at this point.
"How about a demonstration?" He asked as he unsheathed his wavy bladed kris knife from the back of his belt. Nemo placed his arm on the table, moving his items out of the way and looked to Raiya. "Mazel Tov!" He proclaimed before suddenly taking the knife and forcefully stabbing it into his forearm. A small thud was heard when the knife went through his arm and pinned it to the table.
Nemo, however, sat completely blank faced throughout the incident, as if he felt nothing. After a few moments he wiggled the fingers of the skewered arm at Raiya. "See?" He asked with a slight grin.