A child at best. A child he held dearly to for his big scheme.

Standing there, Fear, blood all marked over you. Crawling away as you cry. Seeing just the deaths of other children. He followed slowly. The eyes of the yellow rabbit twitching before rolling back. As Steve's hands come up and pull his mask over. He grabs you. Pulling you close, in front of him.

He dropped the blade. Before brushing back your hair. "Kid... I'm sorry. I mean... I was. Going to... But... You're just too dear to me for me to... Stuff you away and use you for some toy. I'm sorry kiddo"

He kneels down. Brushing and smearing the blood away. Looking down with a look of disappointment. "I'll never use you like that again. I'm sorry."