"Isn't that so?" Fenrir Greyback roared like a beast driven into a corner, his voice crazed. "I gave them the chance to become who they truly were!"
"They feared becoming werewolves because they were weak! They suffered because they refused to become their true selves! I gave them the key long ago—it was they who didn't dare open that door!"
"They chose to live that way. 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's entirely their own fault! Entirely their own fault! What does it have to do with me? They could have embraced being werewolves. Wouldn't that have solved everything?"
Wizet stood with his arms folded, quietly listening to everything Fenrir Greyback had to say.
Throughout it all, he did not even maintain the controlling magic, allowing Fenrir Greyback's entire body to shake as he vented his emotions to his heart's content.
At last, Fenrir's roar turned into ragged panting. His chest heaved violently, and his bloodshot, hate-filled eyes seemed especially bright as they stared fixedly at Wizet.
Only then did Wizet ask, "Mr. Greyback, is that what you wanted to say to them?"
"What I wanted to say to them?" Fenrir Greyback forced out a savage grin. "What right do they have? I simply wanted to say it! You pieces of trash! I..."
Realizing that he could move again, he immediately worked his throat, intending to spit. Yet his movement froze halfway through, leaving him no time to spit out the bloody phlegm.
"Mr. Greyback, I must thank you once again..." Wizet waved his wand and restrained Fenrir Greyback once more. "Thank you for being willing to bare your heart and say such things."
Fenrir Greyback's words left him without the