An eerie chuckle crawled out of the maelstrom's mouth. With a flick of his hand, he sent the clone crashing into the wall and faced Northern.
"Interesting… interesting question to ask."
Spreading both his arms into the air he started,
"I am nothing but a loyal servant and a very strong believer in the hope that lies in bloodshed. I am was molded through madness and I thrive in it."
He paused looking into Northern's eyes with a dubious grin.
"Do you have your answer from that." He chuckled, and gestured with his hand, "no way… I hear humans are gomers. Even they happen to be equipped with the best of structures. What you people have, that brain is a treasure out there you know?"
His words came out so naturally and was even more frightening since they clearly were not thr language Northern was used to but he could understand! Amazing well as at that.
Coupled with the hundred voice in one that it possessed.
