“Angstrom… he was supposed to save me,” Mark says defeatedly as he lays limply inside the metal machine Cecil made to contain him, powers and all.

You‘re a kid about Mark’s age who joined Cecil’s alliance against the Viltrumites when the world was turned upside down. You monitor Mark’s vitals and heart rate during the night hours. He's always so cocky, but today he just seems… sad.

“No one’s saving me. I failed.” He says, tears shining in his eyes. He's too tired to keep his emotions in check.