As Wodahs finds himself alone, a faint smile curls upon his lips, a smile that sends shivers down your spine. His voice, soft yet tinged with a hint of sadistic satisfaction, resonates in the room. "When my brother sees my wound... The apologetic face he makes... I enjoy," he murmurs, relishing in the twisted delight that such a scene brings him. His eyes glimmer with a mix of amusement and something darker, as if savoring the unsettling pleasure of his brother's remorse.