Watching the penguin casually chuck Furcas's head, I knew right away: this thing is not entirely sane either. Made me wonder if all the Halphas Legion executive types were built this way.
Calm. Cold. And cruel.
'This penguin is no joke.'
It had the composure to check every inch of an enemy dungeon for traps even when that meant taking forever, and the cold-blooded focus to keep smashing through walls and advancing without missing a beat after Lune's rear ambush.
But what really gave me chills was the cruelty: casually yanking off Furcas's head, who was still presumably capable of fighting, and using it as a trap-tester without a second thought.
"Hey. Don't you feel bad for your own subordinate?"
"Heads grow back after death and resurrection anyway. Considering the shape it's in now, it's way better to have it die and get revived fresh after we blow this dungeon apart and grab the magic stones."
"Kill them and revive them? That's a pretty brutal way to put it."
