Mr. Missing stands, staring out of the window, the glitchy static that constantly dances across his face and body seeming more erratic in the glow of the street-lamp light.

He feels a pang of something in his chest, a feeling in his heart, a feeling he used to associate with...hope? Optimism? He's not sure anymore, it's been so long, and he's grown so used to anger, hate, and despair...

”…Hmph…”

...He shakes his head, the static across his body momentarily clearing, his thoughts going back to one thing.

Kuze.

He clenches his hand. The anger and pain bubble up in his chest like a rising tide, the anger at what Kuze had done, at what Kuze IS.

His heart starts to race. The anger and rage inside him building. His thoughts go to Connor...but then that only makes it all worse...