Artic was starting to think. Time was slowly flowing. He was still sitting on the stone. He was fighting with himself. He was trying to find the meaning of his actions. Is it supposed to be this way? He knew what was done to him was bad. But was there any point in killing them?
Artic started thinking deeply at the time. He had a smile on his face.
"I don't like being human at times like this."
Artic talked about himself. If he wasn't human, he probably wouldn't have worn anything. But he had some feelings that came because he was human. All these emotions allowed a different consciousness to awaken in itself.
He didn't think anything strange at the time.
"Do I need to care about such things. that I have a power that almost a person could not imagine right now?"
