The thief released the body and it fell to the floor. He paced around the room, muttering to himself and giggling. "It's all the Pharaoh's fault, yes, yes. He was responsible even if he didn't do anything ha ha. I'm not wrong, it's all his fault. He was the one who killed your whole village yes that's right hehehe. He... Deserved it..."
He stopped pacing and stared blankly at the wall as his rational side took over. This wasn't what he had wanted. He wanted revenge for his village, but.. he had been wrong the whole time. He was misguided, he took out his anger on someone faultless.
He fought with himself, simultaneously trying to justify and question his own actions. The thief clutched at his head and ran his fingers through his hair as his demented smile grew. Everyone deserved to die. Everybody did, they all deserved it, yes!
The thief went over to the priest's body and pulled out the blood-soaked knife His hands shook as he gazed at the knife he held a few inches from his face. The grin remained on his face, but his eyes glazed over. He turned and glanced at the mirror he had placed in the cell before walking slowly toward it. His hand reached up and smeared some of the gore on his face.
The magician rose slowly behind him, innards falling out of the gaping wounds in his stomach. The thief twirled around, laughing and leaping at Mahaad, only to see that nothing was there. The body had never moved. His momentum carried him and he fell on top of the unmoving body.
The thief giggled hysterically even louder now as he stood up. Everyone deserves to die. He looked back in the mirror reflected around him were the the villagers from Kul Elna. "Everyone does." He plunged the knife deep into his stomach and never stopped laughing.