When Devin eventually came to a stop in the corridor, which was empty of any living being, he turned to discover Nikolai standing closer than he had anticipated, impatiently staring at him.
"You have changed." Devin murmured.
He recalled a young child who perpetually wept unnecessarily, shouted noisily, and spoke incoherently. A little boy who consistently received punishment for acting in entirely unusual ways. Killing everyone—good and bad—until he was satisfied or discovered.
"The truth is that you've gotten worse." With a little chuckle, he clarified.
"Are you just here to squander my time? I have to speak with officials, and I fully understand that you are aware." Nikolai spoke with imposing casualness.