Chapter 33: Cold
“If you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" —Sun Tzu.
“That’s not what I mean,” I shake my head. “Why did you tell on them?”
“The blood. Then I’ll answer.”
“No. Answer first.” I’m not just gonna give it away.
I see a fluctuation of anger on his stern face. His lower face splits open once more, and his strigoi lashes out.
I return the act with a deadly glare, silently challenging him to continue. Wesker hesitates for a moment, stopping himself mid-straining. He considers his options briefly, before finally retreating himself.
“It was a time of war. Surely, you’d understand.” Finally, something useful. “You’re supposed to be the clever one, aren’t you?”
I am aware that there is war that exists against the werewolves.
