I (Karen) about you (Hector)

[Leon]

The spirit would fidget a bit with it's hands.

"Shame... Shame, shame, shame, shame... You are looking for some... Some design to the process... Some grand plan. Whoever had the plan it was more than man. Mathew... Do you remember the boy you worked on? The one you did things to in the facility. The truth is, at the time Barker had mistakenly made you more powerful than we could kill. Luckily you had become cooperative, so as a fail safe we had you build your own anti version. Near unbreakable bones, tough skin, power, indestructibility, speed, tactical training. After a while he had also become cooperative. His training advanced in leaps and bounds, but we discovered too late it was hatred for you and what you had done to him. He likely made a mistake we commonly made. Compared you to the other Dragons. So he went after your family to break you, make you sloppy in a fight, desperate."

The whole time he spoke he seemed ragged, deep breaths with mumbling before he would begin to make sense. Never looking at one place for more than a few seconds. Pointing when speaking, but pointing at nothing as if accusing some invisible force of whatever he was saying.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"I want a name."

[Leon]

The spirit would take in a sharp inhale. Turning to Mathew and glaring.

"Tyler Lantz."

The spirit would turn to Hades and suck in air in ragged breaths pointing a finger.

"I've told him, now destroy me!"

[Mathew Amtrum]

"And your name?"

[Leon]

The spirit's pointed finger would swoosh across the air until it pointed at Mathew.

"Adam Clearheart."

[Mathew Amtrum]

"And where can I find Lantz? I already know where to find your brother."

[Leon]

"You don't find him. When he is ready he will find you. He thinks about nothing but you, you, you, you. Kill Mathew Amtrum, kill the Earth Dragon."

[Mathew Amtrum]

"He has miscalculated then if he thinks he can bring me down or make me sloppy."

[Leon]

The spirit would laugh in a grand fashion.

"Of course, of course. A mistake of the past, a mistake, mistake. He does not learn from his predecessors. Heh, haha, hahahahahaha."

[Mathew Amtrum]

"How long has he been this crazy?"

[Leon]

"As you know, one hour in Tartarus is equal to five months. He has been dead for a year in the physical world."

Hector explained.

"Thats three thousand six hundred and fifty years of torture."

[Mathew Amtrum]

He'd sigh. That was problematic.

"Do you have anything useful to say about this man?"

[Leon]

Hector looked to the soul now. A bead of sweat running his brow. The soul snarked out a chortle, covering his mouth with both hands.

"Most of his training is based on the events of your life... You could say you trained him."

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Sounds fun."

He'd have to have a word with Barker about this.

[Leon]

Hector would turn to Mathew.

"You done with him?"