Perhaps if it was another subject, Albel would have made a snarky come-back. Or perhaps he would have smirked. But instead he felt himself growing angry as soon as he thought about how helpless he felt in that situation, how he incapable he was at stopping that idiot. He didn't like it. The only time he was had resulted in his father's death, brought down by his own failure. His burned arm had served as a reminder of his failure, but now it was gone.

The Elicoorian wasn't willing to admit it, but it was almost like he lost something important.

"Some overgrown fool threw me out of the room before I could spill his intestines on the floor." Albel snarled, glaring at the innocent spaghetti in front of him. "Hmph, I'll make that pathetic worm regret it. Sooner or later."