[The anger he feels is old but familiar. After all, it is that feeling that has been driving him for hundreds of years. There is no need to feel it now, he knows that, he has gone beyond that, not? Right when he faced himself he had told him to die.

Wanderer pushes away from the wall and notices the remnants of tubes coming from the other's back. Weren't they 'brothers' first? Family? His other self had always insisted to care and to love and seemed to cling all those emotions he had denied himself hundreds of years ago.]

Hm? Don't you smell that? They are making food for you. Because these stupid humans care so much for you wellbeing. [Like Niwa always had done for him.] Yet here you are. A chest full of warmth and your hands stained with blood.

[He laughs and to be honest, he wants to destroy the other for being him. And with every second that passes that feeling grows.]

What is your name?