A Valid Reaction

- Unknown Location

Inside a dimly lit room, Percival stood alone- trembling as he loomed over a misty cauldron.

Within it, he was watching a scene through the eyes of another him as he met a bitter, unenviable end.

The stone making up the cauldron cracked underneath his grip. All liquid inside of the ancient pot rushed out onto the floor.

His gnashing teeth parted only to spout hateful, vile drivel.

"How... dare they...! T-Those whores!!" Percival raked his claws across his chiseled face. One of his hands appeared to be missing but growing back semi-slowly.

Percival raged about the room, thrashing obstacles in his path and behaving as if he were no better than a toddler having a tantrum.

Though the words he was spouting were far worse than mud or anything that might've come from a diaper.