Macaque sat on Wukong's couch while Wukong sat on the same couch but on the other end Macaque's tail flicked as his rest his head on his palm while speaking frustratedly "so let me get this straight? You knew why, how, who mk was created for and by.... And never told anyone?" Wukong nods his gaze lingering on the floor as he didn't wanna face his old former best friend Macaque then continued as he looked at Wukong his brows furrowed as he spoke, a bit of anger and dissapointment evident on his voice "....... And Nuwa, aka mk's dear creator! Had used our DNA/gene powers whatever as a reference to create Mk?!"