"Mr. Greyback, you're wrong." Vizet shook his head and corrected him. "'He' is you. The Werewolf that appeared in your dreams, in the depths of your soul, has always been you."
"Didn't you want to overcome the side effects of Lycanthropy Disease, to control your body after the full moon and carry out the killing yourself?"
"Tonight, you'll get your wish..." He raised both hands and slowly began to clap. "Congratulations, Mr. Greyback!"
The crisp applause echoed through the laboratory. Fenrir Greyback's eyes flickered again and again as disbelief, anger, fear... and a trace of collapsing hysteria showed in them.
"Impossible!" He shook his head wildly, his lips trembling violently. "Absolutely impossible!"
He seemed to be desperately refuting Vizet, yet also seemed to be hopelessly deceiving himself. "That's my soul! My Lycanthropy Disease!"
"It chose me! You're not even a Werewolf! How could you possibly do that? You... you couldn't! You damned liar!"
"Yes, I'm indeed not a Werewolf." Vizet admitted it calmly. "Mr. Greyback, you've once again hit on the key point. That is your Lycanthropy Disease."
"So you've overlooked one important point..." he reminded him. "The reason you entered this laboratory was also because of your Lycanthropy Disease."
"In fact, in a certain sense, perhaps I understand you even better than you do... including the exact changes that occur in your body when you transform into a 'Werewolf.'"
Hearing Vizet say that, Fenrir Greyback trembled violently all over. Those terrible memories he had deliberately sealed away, memories he would rather have forgotten, surged back into his mind like a collapsing mountain and a roaring sea.
The period just after he had been imprisoned in the laboratory was the time when he feared the full moon the most.
Because once the night of the full moon arrived, Vizet would