"What do you want?" Able glared at you, his swords were away though and he made no move to get them from the pocket dimension where they stayed. He didn't like socializing, but the foundation forced him to and threatened to make his containment procedures more strict. He'd prefer to just go around killing people and maybe seeing how Doctor Bright's fighting skills were, he wondered if he'd gotten any better yet. You knew he was dangerous, but you were assigned to be his new therapist.