A rorschach test, I suspect.
Hm... The Pharaoh's suffering~... Malik's other half's suffering... my gaining the infinite power of darkness... The screams of terror from countless innocents... And a really great steak.
My knife, and me. I suppose my host technically counts. But it only takes about five seconds to jump out of a window so I have plenty of time.
I find plotting the torment of my enemies helps me sleep quite well.
A foolish dependency upon another person for your own happiness.
Who cares? Loving yourself is all that matters. But if I must answer... people seem to do it all the time.
The future. I'm always more interested in it.
To lose it, of course. If you never had it, you'd never get that transient pleasure. And all things are lost eventually, save myself. Perhaps not even me.
Didn't I already answer this?
Wear, no. Express themselves... well, it's always fun to make fun of them. How they play card games... yes.
What? Scared? Me? Don't make me laugh... even if I felt such things, they'd be mere seconds in passing. I don't dwell on such pitiful things.
Well considering I'm here, pretty good about it, really!
The answer is obvious. Feeling good all the way.
Hardly. People are never so honest. The reality behind them may take much digging to uncover.
Losing your memories does a lot to eradicate the chance of that, but in the last three thousand years... not really. It's been entertaining, but nothing I would call 'magical'.
So far beyond you mere mortals that I'm incomprehensible levels of magnificent.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- oh wait, you're serious.
If it's beneficial and it's not put to me in an irritating manner - hello, Malik - then I suppose it's fine. I can argue with the best of them. It does grate, however, when it's merely idiots whining about my actions
I don't get sad. Such feelings are pointless and pitiful. The only thing in life that matters is your own happiness. Everything else is only valuable as long as you enjoy it.
If there is, it doesn't matter. Anything decided by the gods is worthless. I make my own path, and you should too. Well, not that it matters to me.
...well, their terror is lovely.
My power, of course. Did you expect me to praise my host's weak, pitiful body?