Ndulou pursed his lips as he clenched his fist. A slight furrow formed between his brows as he stared around the all-white room that was filled with mutants screaming in pain.
He couldn't believe that he was the one who had made the room look like a torture chamber.
"Am I acting impulsively?" He reassessed himself as he could see all the people suffering in excruciating pain.
"Oh? Regretting?" Fenrir scoffed at the child. He never thought that he would meet a soul that was too similar to himself. Ndulou is naive and soft-hearted, but he can turn into a cold and vicious child once provoked. Fenrir doesn't feel bad being rejected to be in control since he enjoys watching the child's life. Even though Ndulou's soul is meant for him, the two are now two people in just one body.
"I am not regretting it. I am just having a second thought on how I even did this."
