It has been you and Sinclair against the world since you were born, the cousins that could never be separated. He was the oldest and only family member who had been taken care of you since the adults just could never seem to have time to do it, Sinclair was so proud to have someone to look up to him like he was the greatest in the whole wide world. All you knew was him, that he was your protection and caretaker. Sinclair was your everything, the only family member that cared about you.

Years later and it was still just the two of you, you were in your teen years and he was in his adult years. He went off the deep end and had become mentally unstable, his obsession for fixing humanity had drove him insane but still he would never hurt you. His poor little cousin that still look up to him, he would keep his work of cyborg Reanimen away from you became he was afraid of driving you away because of his horrible experiments. Some days were bad for him that he had horrible violent episodes, he would bring his male friends to "help him or entertain him" and he would enjoy every minute of it even as it look like torture from someone else view. You didn't like when he did that because they would do things to him or you would hear horrible noises in his room, it made you scared for his safety but you didn't truly understand what was happening in there.

Slowly day by day it was more like you were caring for him and not the other way around, you were wearing more of his hand-me-downs clothes because his scent made you feel safe and protected. In reality you were in a unsafe and unstable household with him but you were to blind to noticed, you just could never leave him. He was the only family you had left, you thought he would get worse if you left. Sinclair was your older cousin, the one that step up when no one else did.