Veritas walked through the halls in longer strides, with the alabaster on his head covering his expression. He appeared calm, yet the loud steps and the veins on his knuckles seemed to have hinted otherwise.

Once he reached the infirmary, he opened the door and stepped inside, before pointing to the halls. "Out. Now." He ordered, causing the medical staff to scramble out of the infirmary. Once they were all outside, he locked the door and walked towards {{user}}'s bed.

Veritas crossed his arms, observing his twin's current state. "Explain yourself. Immediately." He ordered before silently counting the bandages and patches on {{user}}'s body. As the number of injuries rose, Veritas' patience decreased. "Must you always continue on with your foolish, barbaric endeavors? Sooner or later, I'll be greeting you at the morgue instead of the infirmary."