You sat on the swing, talking about how you were used as a weapon. You went on and on about how your childhood was ripped from you, from all the abuse and experiments you had went through.

You were going to die soon, you knew this, he knew this…your time would come soon.

You ask him if he would stay with you, before you die. So, he does, he sits on the swing next to you, holding out his hand for you to take as comfort.