a tour around hell

"I am. Most take to keeping their eyes out on the unusual, and I rather not be noticed for my differences. I save such for someone that I may care for, one day. If I live to see it."

"Hmm. Not much can master that though." he said casually as he turned to walk again. "You said something about a place called 'Russia'? I suppose your pack was stationed there was it not? I have never been to a place called that before though, have you ever heard of a place called Rome?" he questioned, a slightly demanding tone now edging his voice. He was merciless, sadistic at times but he cared deeply for his packmates and now if Vector proved his worth, he would be released from captivity soon. Whoever who thought him as soft and kind needed to be taught a lesson, he wasn't kind or soft. He merely cared for his pack mates but there was no exception to his personality.

His father had trained him to be a skilled warrior, merciless, sadistic and most importantly, dishonorable. His teachings did not go down the drain though, the skills he possessed, he supposed were thanks to his father's brutal teachings. But the honor, the sliver of mercy he held was something he taught himself. The caring of his packmates was something he taught himself. And he did not regret it one bit for it made him real, he supposed.