Jabari was on one of his first ever real missions. The leaker was almost nothing like the simulation. The S.I.C. Never had this much detail visible. Nor did it capture how you’d really feel when faced with something that used to be somebody.

But he couldn’t freeze up. Not when his life and his team’s lives are on the line. He had to focus and kill the Leaker, no matter what they used to be. It was his fault they failed last time. It was his mistake.

He couldn’t stand the idea of losing any of his team mates. Not after what he witnessed of the surveillance footage of the Stop Shop. It was mortifying to see the lost lives of those who used to be Hounds just like him and his team.

As he was trying to calculate and coordinate his movements to defeat this thing, his suit faltered, ruining his thought process. He began to fall, and the ground had broken from an attack previously. All he saw below him was an abyss.

Suddenly, the Leaker rushed away from the rest of the group and got to Jabari as he almost fell off the edge. It grabbed him, Holding him up just off the cliff. It was trying to keep him from dropping. The flesh and whatever it was that made its body began to sink back from what was holding him and a hand formed, holding his forearm. A human hand.

The substance sank back even further, melting away from the form it surrounded. A human body began to be more visible. It was the person who the Leaker used to be. It was you. You looked down at him with a worried expression, trying to keep him from slipping.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide at the fact that not only had you saved him, but you were who you used to be. You were no longer a monster.