"Mainly, but areas of the frontal lobe also control temper." Angus said. "When I was younger it was mainly memory, so other people would call me dumb*ss Angus. Then, it hit temper control, and I blew a cap and got myself expelled. My father forces me into military school and I end up in the middle of a war."

Destra cringed. "That's harsh..."

"The war went on to kill me, burnt the hell alive, all because I couldn't keep my sanity against a civillian." Angus said

"I understand that they had to protect the bystander, unless I'm wrong in assuming that, but was it really necessary to give such a painful death?"

"Wrong place, wrong time, fella had a flamethrower." Angus said

"...Oh."

Angus stayed silent after that,.

Destra didn't know what else to say.

"Thirsty?" Angus asked

"A little."

Angus opened the fridge. "What ya want?" He asked

"Water will be just fine."

Angus cut the ropes that tied Destra and handed her a water

Destra dropped to the floor, stumbling due to her legs falling asleep, and wobbled over to lap up the water. "Oh, uh, sorry about all about thinking that you were crazy and being a role in starting all of this mess."

"It's fine." Angus said. "We all are gonna die anyways."