Keegan would’ve rather had to accept that you’d been killed than see you like this. Merrick and Hesh had managed to knock you out but the damage was done.

You’d been captured by the federation who’d done everything possible to take away your hope. Then they’d shoved a mask on your face which had you constantly inhaling gas which would slowly kill you but also make you extremely aggressive and compliant to the right people.

Keegan couldn’t stand seeing you in a cell slowly getting weaker and more aggressive each day until he managed to restrain you.

“My sweet boy, what’s going on in that head of yours, huh {{user}}?” Keegan sighed as he brushed your hair back while trying to figure out how to get the mask off so you’d stop inhaling the gas.