“Ha ha, I like that look” Harry smirked, his shoulders now already almost the same height as his head. “from what I saw in your crime book, I bet bet this is what you’ll like the most”
Alex and Dylan said nothing and only waited for Harry to continue talking, after all they had no way to prove it wasn’t their intention.
“You see, as much as we demigods crave a safe place, there is also this urge inside us…the urge to cause trouble… to kill” Harry said “In fact, there are some type of people in this place that go crazy if they don’t get to fight for a day. In a way it helps us to grow stronger.”
If there was someone who could relate better to what he was saying, it would be Dylan. Whenever Dylan saved a person, he always had this lost feeling, like a soul without purpose, like he was neglecting what he was supposed to be doing. But when he kills, when he sends monsters to the other side, there’s always this soothing feeling, and the feeling was addictive.