“Did you actually doubt that I would?” he asked coldly, gritting his teeth together as he finished speaking.
He entered the room, both hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides as he glared at his brother fiercely. Since coming to this wretched place, his wounds had healed completely, making him capable for battle at any time. He had spared himself for his brother, avoiding conflict as much as he could. He couldn’t care less about the psycho’s and idiots that resided in this place as well.
His goal hadn’t change and it never would.
He unhinged his jaw, the corners of his lips raising from its previous frown, into one, hard straight line as his shoulders also slackened.
Keep calm, don’t rush.
“Before I kill you, I’m going to inform you that this place will bring you back the next day after each time you die. And I’ll be waiting to kill you again, then the next day after that, and so on. I won’t let you rest.”