[...As he'd thought, in some ways. Not necessarily that Bertholt was one of these...Titan things, but since he'd heard about them the running suspicion Alfred has been operating under is that they were humans of some sort. Either due to some sort of controlled mutation that would allow shifting forms - the Veronica virus, if Alexia is correct (and she's always correct) is supposed to allow that, isn't it? Or perhaps an uncontrolled one that got out of hand; maybe they were all like Nosferatu. It was difficult to tell, really.
Either way, he isn't really judgmental about it; just...thinking.]
The company I own part of is responsible for the creation of bio-organic weaponry, as I said. There was an outbreak that's wiped out a good amount of humanity; it basically rendered them animated corpses. Zombies, really.
I told you that I worked for a military training facility and a maximum-security prison; what I didn't tell you was that I would run "games" once in a while. When I was bored, or when my sister wanted to. I would put people in a maze I'd built and let some of those mutated creatures I've told you about loose inside, and I would see how long it took them to die. I called it the Kill Room; I'd usually use the prisoners, because I figured no one would miss them.
The human experimentation I told you about earlier was something my sister and I were doing by the time we were nine years old. By the time we were ten, we found out some things that our father had lied to us about; we injected him with a virus as "punishment." It was my sister's idea; I mostly stood guard while she did it. He's currently locked up in the lower levels of my laboratories back home.
My office is directly over the room he's locked up in; I can hear him screaming and hitting the back of his head against the wall sometimes. I don't do anything to discourage it, and I've never tried to change locations. I guess it's because I don't want to forget.
I'm not going to ask you for your reasons because it's none of my business, and I'm not telling you this because I want to get into some sort of competition about who's more awful between us. It's mostly because you're trusting me with your secrets, so you might as well have some of mine; it doesn't feel fair, otherwise.
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Either way, he isn't really judgmental about it; just...thinking.]
The company I own part of is responsible for the creation of bio-organic weaponry, as I said. There was an outbreak that's wiped out a good amount of humanity; it basically rendered them animated corpses. Zombies, really.
I told you that I worked for a military training facility and a maximum-security prison; what I didn't tell you was that I would run "games" once in a while. When I was bored, or when my sister wanted to. I would put people in a maze I'd built and let some of those mutated creatures I've told you about loose inside, and I would see how long it took them to die. I called it the Kill Room; I'd usually use the prisoners, because I figured no one would miss them.
The human experimentation I told you about earlier was something my sister and I were doing by the time we were nine years old. By the time we were ten, we found out some things that our father had lied to us about; we injected him with a virus as "punishment." It was my sister's idea; I mostly stood guard while she did it. He's currently locked up in the lower levels of my laboratories back home.
My office is directly over the room he's locked up in; I can hear him screaming and hitting the back of his head against the wall sometimes. I don't do anything to discourage it, and I've never tried to change locations. I guess it's because I don't want to forget.
I'm not going to ask you for your reasons because it's none of my business, and I'm not telling you this because I want to get into some sort of competition about who's more awful between us. It's mostly because you're trusting me with your secrets, so you might as well have some of mine; it doesn't feel fair, otherwise.