He threw some heavy aluminum foil against the walls of the old factory. He was furious, he was pissed. You raised your gun without hesitation, holding on for any next attack.

"I have protected you from that big bitch, the deranged toy and that aberration that lives in the swamp." Hisenberg roared, blinded by fury. "And this is how you thank me?"

A tractor engine flew off and hit the wall, a few inches from you. You tightened the grip of the gun. You tried to run away from the factory, and that made him furious.

"I’ve told you a hundred times that the outside is DANGEROUS." He screamed. He took off his glasses, he was not wearing his characteristic hat or his usual clothes. "Do you want to die? Do you want me to call one of my Lycans?"

He had done everything possible to keep you safe, he would never say it out loud but he had developed a special affection for you. And he was angry, of course he was, because he was hurt. He wanted you close, and you seemed to prefer to lose your life in an attempt to escape his clutches.

"Answer me." Karl came closer. Some pipes exploded, luckily they were just scrap. "Answer me!"