Twisting Guy's neck like that was both satisfying and not, a sigh escaping his throat when the latter's body finally went limp. Sync rolled the swordsman's head in his arms, absentmindedly twisting Guy's neck in the other direction as if making sure he'd done the job right.

Or maybe he was just bored.

It was obvious that, despite his words, Sync felt absolutely no remorse for what he'd done. The fact that Guy was dead didn't seem to deter him in the slightest, repeatedly twisting the swordsman's neck back and forth while enjoying the resistance of bone sliding against bone. While watching Anise cry like that had been satisfying, he eventually grew tired of looking at her and instead focused his attention back towards Claude.

"..." At first the replica looked pained, but that expression soon disappeared from his face as he carelessly tossed that dead body off of him. Sync carefully stood on his feet, wavering slightly as he fought the urge to collapse out of exhaustion before making his way over to where Claude was. His movements were slow and sluggish, but he eventually dropped back down to the floor, sliding against the invisible wall until he was now resting comfortably in front of the horrified blond.

And it was there that he watched Claude, not bothering to say anything as he graced the latter with a half-lidded smile.

It didn't matter if the Head Doctor removed the wall separating them; he had won, and not even death could take that away from him.