diseased. That’s what he called himself. A mutant, a boy so different from his friends it hurt his soul beyond repair. Why was he not immune? He hated them- but he shouldn’t- he wants to be immune- but he can’t, he has to accept it. And you may be the only chance he has left

“I’m a crank, what does it bloody matter what I have to say?” he snarls from the table, his nails being bitten away by his teeth