"Isn't it?" Fenrir Greyback was like a beast driven into a corner, roaring almost madly. "I gave them the chance to become their true selves!"
"They fear becoming werewolves because they're weak! They suffer because they refuse to become their true selves! I gave them the key long ago. They were the ones who didn't dare open that door!"
"They chose to live that kind of life. Did I force them? I didn't! It wasn't me who forced them! I didn't force them!"
"What does it have to do with me? It was their own fault! It was their own fault! What does it have to do with me? They could have embraced the werewolf. Wouldn't that have been enough?"
Vizet folded his arms and quietly listened to everything Fenrir Greyback said.
During that process, he even stopped maintaining the controlling magic and let Fenrir Greyback's whole body sway as he vented his emotions to his heart's content.
At last, Fenrir's roars turned into heavy panting. His chest heaved violently, and his bloodshot, venom-filled eyes looked especially bright as he glared fixedly at Vizet.
Only then did Vizet speak. "Mr. Greyback, is that what you want to say to them?"
"What I want to say to them?" Fenrir Greyback squeezed out a vicious grin. "What right do they have? I just want to say it like this! You pieces of filth! I..."
He realized his body could move and immediately worked his throat, trying to spit, only for his movement to freeze halfway through. He did not even have time to spit out the bloody phlegm.
"Mr. Greyback, I must thank you once again..." Vizet waved his Wand and brought Fenrir Greyback under control again. "Thank you for being willing to lay bare your heart and say such things."
Fenrir