A violent boy too viscous to be around people. That’s what you were.

A weapon too strong to be useful. A failed experiment locked up until you died.

Until Keegan heard about you and convinced Merrick to let him try ‘rehabilitating’ you to get you to be a normal boy or even a soldier.

“You’re out of your mind.” Merrick groaned as you sat in the back of the van doped up on sedation.

“A sleepy boy is better than a murderous one.” Keegan shrugged.