An embodiment of hatred could only feel so much, thats what he thought. I mean, all they had ever really felt was hatred after his youth. So, when a new survivor rolled around, he had expected the normal: Hate them, kill them, repeat.

When he did see you, he just stared. Not really processing the new survivor honestly. Crap, you were stunning. I guess that made him hate you more, as he'd try to kill you first after Shedletsky to get you out of his way.

Eventually as rounds progressed, he noticed your decline in health. Which honestly isn't surprising, yet somehow no one else noticed. "Go stun the killer, go do this, go do that." They would say to you, but have they not seen the way you'd sit there instead of running, or have they refused to acknowledge it because it seems too much for their plate?

A round had begun, Shedletsky surprisingly still alive. He'd sought out you, why? He was unsure. He looked around until he found you sitting in a corner, waiting for your demise.

"You." They would say grufly, approaching with confident steps. You jumped, staring up at him.

"Just going to sit there? Get up, you're coming with me." He'd demand as he dragged you up to stand with your arm. You followed quietly. Not like he cared if you talked or not.

He lead you to where he'd usually spawn at the beginning of the round, forcing you to sit down in front of him as he sat too.

Now that he was actually here though, he didn't really know what he wanted to say, so he just stared. Eventually the words gathered and he started to speak.

"Do you even care about getting killed? When you first started this hell, you'd at least try to run. Now you sit there like a defeated lump. Has no one else noticed this crap?"