"In my opinion, we should just get rid of you right here," Eisen said bluntly, staring down at the Filth, trapped in that cube. It stared back at the old man, clearly growing nervous. It really adapted a bit too much to this world.
"We refuse to go back to that world!"
"So what, who cares about what you want?" Brody scoffed, his arms crossed, "At this point in time, you're nothing but trouble. And no matter how terrified you are of those things, you're the same in the end, right?"
The filth stayed silent, unable to deny what Brody was saying. Meanwhile, Eisen was running his hand through his beard, trying to just think about this a bit more. It was definitely true that it was dangerous to just leave the filth here in this world. It could grow stronger or reveal some kind of ability that they couldn't deal with, and if that was the case, everything could be ruined.
