"If you weren't so much of a disappointment, I'd almost be proud."

What little remained of Bi-Han under the black darkness of evil and death latched onto the idea of tormenting his brother. These mind games were mild compared what he'd normally consider doing.

The freezing him in place had put a stop to their fighting. Previously he was waiting for the right moment to continue, for the ice to give way. But when it did, he took a step forward, but that was about all.

The rage from before had all but faded by now, the distraction of their discussion was enough. Though there was still a part of him that wanted to spill Kuai's blood, which might have been slightly apparent by the grip he held on the sickles. He might have stayed in place, but the thoughts were there, lingering.