"You don't understand!" The Shaolin snaps, creating fists upon his lap. Having been injured after an attack on the Wu Shi, caused by revenants, he attempted to pull away out of frustration; a wound was in need of being sewn. Therefore, he would remain put, gritting his teeth with a gentle seethe. "If you were there, you'd feel the same exact way as I do now..." His fists loosen, giving a soft sigh with eyes casting down at his hands. "So many Shaolin... They died with honor, but at what cost? To be slain by dead, evil versions of myself and Liu Kang?"