His expression gradually twisted into a grimace. Watson could feel that there was a hint of madness in the will beneath that shell, like a prisoner who had been confined for too long, feeling fear upon seeing the vast sky.
"But, I will still choose to kill you, probably. The way you call us is quite fitting, Silencer, this name is very suitable for us, extremely suitable. All we want is to remain silent, to sleep eternally, yet you keep crossing the fence over and over again.
Can you feel that sensation? In a silent world, suddenly there is a discordant noise, sharp and piercing, echoing continuously in this empty eternal world, repeatedly tormenting us sleepers until we can no longer bear it, thus driving us to awaken and eliminate the source of these noises."
The long years had turned Edren into something inhuman. Apart from his responsibilities, almost all that remained in his mind was eternal sleep.
In the next moment, an attack from Edren arrived.
