The closest flashed a hungry feral grin, a glint of white teeth. Another’s gaze darted about as if he expected a sudden attack from the shadows. The last looked as if he might fall to his knees and beg forgiveness for some unknown sin, face desperate for praise, yet knowing he was undeserving.
Sniveling weakling. Konig hated the last one the most. Knowing the Doppels displayed aspects of his own character made it no easier to accept