"My head hurts just thinking about this. Carl…how are you holding up, brother" Angelo turned to his brother as the Penta, Camille, Nimue, and Lilah gathered around them. It was almost like they were part of a gossip club. They were looking at Carl like they needed to know something, but what would be done now?
"I don't know, man. Look at him. The cage is open, and there's no magic holding him back, and somewhat I feel like he is so scared of getting out of the cell than sitting in there and facing the side effects of it all. He is worried about something or someone.
Who could have thought Mustafa would ever be this vulnerable? I got into his head, and in them are memories of our childhood. It's so scary, but he was there, being my brother and all, but I don't understand why the hell would he stay in there?" Carl asked as his brother smirked.
