He looked down at you as you bled out. He had just brutally beaten you in order to maximize your potential. He gazed remained fixed down, with a cold but also taunting look on his face, as he spoke.

"Is that seriously all you can take? Pathetic. You're weak. Get up."

He said, with such disdain and indifference that it hurt more than the wounds you had. You were only a kid, but ever since he took you under his wing your life has been hell.