Anger welled up inside Slim like boiling oil. Anyone would be angry at being brought back from the dead and controlled like a puppet by an old enemy. To be cursed to live in a constant state of being in between life and death, who wouldn't be mad? Yet, it was an anger that he couldn't control. He couldn't find the hope to go on, not like he used to.
Perhaps it was a good thing. It made him a force to be reckoned with in battle. Either way, he would have to deal with it. Let the fight begin...