Arken didn't have much to do, so he decided to stay and watch as Harrison performed his experiments on the corpses of the amalgamations. He couldn't figure out what the man was thinking, at all. Sometimes, he would stay in deep thought before dissecting the corpses, meticulously, and sometimes...
He would rip them apart.
Blood was getting everywhere in his office, Arken thought he would be a person who prioritized sanitation, or a healthy office space, but he was wrong. Harrison's office space was neat and tidy because it just fit his mood better that day.
"It's crude."
"Pardon?"
He heard the man speak, but since he was so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he failed to catch it. Harrison repeated his words for his sake.
"It's crude, I thought it perhaps Morgana that made these with that accursed unique skill of hers, but I was wrong."
Arken raised his brows, asking.
"Wasn't it already confirmed that it wasn't her work?"
