[color=7bcdc8][b][h2] Zel-Ghin [/h2][/b][/color]

He have backhanded the water bottle the moment it had gotten pushed unto him, letting it and the blanket fall to the floor.

[color=7bcdc8][i]'Keep your paws to yourself dog or I'll put you down where you belong...'[/i][/color] The teal-haired twin gave Stella a snarl, his eyes narrowed. He wasn't in the mood for any further disrespect to his person. The simulation had ended, his brother had lost as well and the seemingly last person standing were that blue haired man his brother had spoken to when they had first arrived.

Stella had then proceeded to grab and put that witless blond man next to him for seemingly being overly social and disruptive, earning the attention from Ritsu in the process. Had the day turned out differently, he would have likely snickered. But this wasn't a good day at all. Nothing had gone the way he wanted. He had planned to rip the other team to shreds and be showered in praise, but instead he had ended up like this? He felt cheated.

The sooner his brother would finish talking with the others, the sooner he could get back to playing a videogame or the like. He still felt a strong urge to beat someone up, at the moment Griff, Stella and Arrish seemed like fitting targets to pick a fight with, anything to have him reclaim his status as the strongest. If he wouldn't be loved, he would be feared. He just couldn't be seen throwing the first punch, that would get him and his brother most likely into trouble. Someone had to be provoked into throwing the first punch. Of all the various historical individuals that his brother had been reading about, only two had stood out to him.

Charles Darwin and Athena Rivera. Survival of the fittest, was it so wrong of him to embrace the nature which he had been created for, to follow the design laid out before him, following what fate had chosen for him? He was a weapon. A Biological weapon. And weapons were made to be used, killing people were what weapons always did. He would not be evil simply doing what he was made to do right? He had no love for the Galactic Federation, neither did he harbor the hate that those researchers had so eagerly tried to put into his mind. To Zel-Ghin they were all hypocrites. Had fate not dictated for him to follow his brother, he would likely never have joined the army to begin with. While the thrill of battle was something he found enjoyment in, the same thrill could be found in playing games or kissing. He didn't fully know what they had injected him with, but it was something for efficiency, not likely something which would allow him to live a normal life. How could he? Nothing in his life had been normal. He wouldn't be surprised if whatever they had injected into his body would ultimately be what kills him, he just hoped he would have plenty of fun before then.

There was only one way to find out. Following the river and see where it would lead.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Ugh. Let's get this overwith. I am so bored."[/b][/color]

Zel-Ghin began to walk towards the debriefing room, his hands into his jacket pockets. He had no desire to mingle with anyone right now. The Squid had failed him as far as he was concerned, it had all the right to be destroyed for what it had put him through. Perhaps that old man would provide him with a stronger one? Something capable to destroy everything in it's path. Something that was on par with his power?

Perhaps Lorenzo was worth his time, but it all depended on what would be said at the debriefing.