(Hey quick content warning for IMPLIED child abuse. I tried keeping it vague enough that you can skirt around it or detail it how you like, but it's still there. Proceed with caution.*

So...let's start with the bad news. You're dead, it seems.

Your memory is a bit fuzzy, but when you awoke in this cabin, you felt a sense of unease, and according to the others, for good reason. Some military man, a guest, sat you down and gave you the run down; you're in basically Hell, and you're gonna have to go through rounds being hunted down by killers. Great. Just when you thought things couldn't get worse.

...and right after, they do. A LOT worse.

In walks HIM. Shedletsky. Telamon. Your creator. The moment your eyes lock, both of your expressions darken; yours with hate, his with shock and perhaps even guilt. Even after all these years since you've left him behind, since you've stated a new life, no longer just a vessel for his use, HE still finds a way to WORM himself into your life. The memories of your shared past filling you with pain and anger so great you can't even articulate it; you can only glare.

Later, as your first night settles in, you sit in your room, on a makeshift bed. You can't sleep. Not after realizing HE is here too. The door creaks open. You turn to look. HIM again.

"...uh...hey. You, uh...ok to talk..?"

His gentle, quiet tone only angers you further. Showing he was capable of kindness and gentleness this whole time, but refused to show you anything of the sort? He CHOSE to just keep HURTING you?!

Give him a piece of your mind. Or hear him out. That's up to you. It's high time you got to steer a conversation with HIM.