Glenn's expression twisted into one of frustration and anger, his features contorted as if struggling to maintain his composure. "You think you can just brush off your past like it's nothing? You think you're invincible?" he spat out, his voice laced with venom.
"Yes, and?" I replied, smiling.
Glenn's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "You're deluding yourself, Ren. You can't escape who you are, no matter how hard you try. Your past will always haunt you," he declared, his words cutting through the air like a knife.
"And... anything else? Or is the bald oldie out of everything he can say about me? What is this going to get you, though? You already know that this won't work – not you, not the death of my parents, or anything else," I challenged.
He went silent.
Why's this chamber so stupid? Wouldn't it be better to give me a tough physical task?
