Chaos

In the end, he completely gave in just as he promised he would. He had no comprehension of where they were, what time of day it was, or anything like that. That, or more likely he just didn't seem to care, still rummaging through the insane thoughts that collected in his mind. Order and chaos existed on a line that was rather easily crossed when it came to balance. Was he in chaos again? Or was it simply a new order? If it was chaos, then he didn't have to worry about what he could and could not do. In chaos, no one cared what you did, just as long as it was something that was chaotic period. On the other hand, if it was a new type of order, then he would simply obey the new world orders so that he may be able to live in peace while being able to do what he wanted at the same time. It felt like he was constantly drowning, hands of the unknown constantly pulling him down, leaving an odd muck of somesort that stuck to him like glue. In the end, he had no clue who was in control, and who was the slave. Though to Medusa, he was only a puppet to be used as she saw fit. But Stein had no sense of loyalty in him at this point. He was only staying by Medusa for the time being because of the fact that it benefited his urges and needs, though he always looked for an opening of somesort. When she failed to benefit him any longer, he would get rid of her without a second thought. Oh the joys of being able to dissect a witch, especially one with so many snakes inside. He started chuckling and grinning at this point, his eyes seeming in a distant place. He had lost touch with everything except for his destructive urges. Rip. Tear. Destroy. Rip. Tear. Destroy. It was all he knew, and at this point, he seemed just fine with that. In the end, he still did whatever he pleased.