Kamon
He was thankful for the tip, he really was, but if Kamon for one second ever said he wasn't terrified, he'd be lying.
Mwenye was nothing like the calami he had been. Sure, he had been bipolar and had issues finding a medication that worked for him when he actually had the money for it, but there was a side to him that was more like a father than an older brother.
It was rough, but Mwenye was bothered most of all. Kamon had the sinking suspicion that he had been offered free medication for his disorder when he had vanished, only to reappear within the walls of Einsor's Lab as a heartless panzer.
The only really good thing about this situation was that his son - now his son - was too young to remember it.
Kamon sighed and slid his paw across his mane. Maybe he wasn't giving Einsor enough credit. No one really knew what went on in there - maybe they actually had been trying to cure his bipolar disorder... You know, by removing one of his conflicting elemental powers, and... only too late realized that they'd picked the wrong one.
It wasn't realistic, but Kamon clung to the theory. He could barely bear the knowledge that he no longer had his lifetime role model to guide him, let alone bear the knowledge that said role model was torn from his warm bed and son, screaming, only to be led down a dark tunnel and tortured by strangers for two months.
He bit back tears and wondered if Mwenye ever screamed for mercy.
It wouldn't be long now before he could ask him himself.
If Kamon for one second ever said he wasn't terrified, he would be lying. His brother was gone - there was only Balikrag left. Balikrag, the tyrant king. The panzer. The one said to have a heart made from ice and the blood of innocents.
In maybe twenty steps, Kamon would have him all alone, and - though it wasn't supposed to be this way - be at his mercy.
He was shaking.