"You're trying to kill me?"
Upon hearing Annan's words, the Grey Professor not only did not get angry but instead laughed out loud: "Are you planning to swing your knife at a shadow, or to punch at memories of the past?"
"Or is it that, despite all I've said, you still have not understood... my essence?"
"Of course, I know."
Annan said calmly: "You are old hatred laid down by the Grey Craftsman, memories suspended at the upper reaches of the river of time. To the world we inhabit, you are but a projection hanging on a wall."
"You do understand quite clearly."
The Grey Professor said with a smile: "So, you are intending to destroy this projection on the wall?"
"What I aim to destroy is, of course, your essence existing in the [past]."
Annan replied.
Upon hearing this, the smile on the Grey Professor's face faded considerably.
"If you can do it," he raised his hand, "then why not... give it a try."
As the Grey Professor spoke, he gently snapped his fingers.
