[Room 2705 – Morie: I extremely dislike the way you speak.]
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In room 2705, Morie stood in front of the monitoring screen, her jade-green eyes calmly looking at the private chat frame floating before her.
Out in the corridor, the two massive Titan hands still gripped Dokai tightly. One hand locked his soul drill. The other tightly squeezed his torso and his deformed crab pincer. The lava veins on the surface of the two hands slowly lit up, like Titan blood flowing within a layer of azure glass.
Dokai still struggled.
He didn't speak.
Didn't beg.
Didn't grow angry in the way of a human.
What remained inside his body was just the combat instinct of a creature nearly resembling a wild beast. The soul drill tried to spin another rotation. The distorted crab pincer bit at the Titan fingers. Countless soul tentacles in his mouth extended out, then contracted as they were burned by the lava veins.
But all of it was useless.
He had been caught.
