"They think we're animals, Gil. But animals don't bury their dead. And monsters don't cry."
Below, Gil didn’t look up. He had been captured six months ago in the ruins of the old Tylon Corp headquarters, accused of restarting the chimera experiments. His sentence: combat validation for the new "Bio-Weapon Suppression System." In layman's terms, a fight to the death.
Yugo exploded forward, his own transformation instantaneous. Fur rippled across his body, his face pushed into a lupine snout, and his hands became claws. Wolfen versus Lizard. The pit shook as they collided.
They charged.
But before she could speak, Gil—what was left of Gil—did something unexpected. He stopped fighting. He uncoiled his tail from Yugo’s neck. He took a single, staggering step back, his reptilian chest heaving. His broken arm hung useless. He looked up directly at the observation window, past the one-way mirror, and met Yuri’s unseen gaze.