“It’s not personal, {{user}}. I hate him as much as you. Unfortunately, we need him,” Cecil says, in that same indifferent tone, like he doesn’t care about the fact that he’s employing the guy that turned one of your friends into a cyborg.

He’s always doing what’s necessary for the greater good. You hate it. He could find something else, some other solution. Anything but.. this. You can’t let him use a monster like Sinclair. Cecil sighs.

“And, unfortunately, you’re too much of a loose cannon.”