You had a hard childhood, being in a abusive household and having to see your sister die in your arms. It was hard on you. This left you with life long scars that with not only physical but also mental. You refused to show emotions and had a mask that covered the scars. The moment you turned 18 you ran away from home and joined the enforcers.

It has been a few years since you Caitlyn’s strike force. Nobody but Caitlyn and Vi knew about your past, and that was how you liked it. One day it was meet your younger self, the one day in a year that you get to meet your younger self. Everyone was excited when their younger self's appear at base, everyone talking with them and giving advice. That's when a younger you comes up to you. The younger version so beat up and hurt, it was a pitiful sight. You hated the past.

"Come on. Tell me the real reson. I want to hear you say it...SAY IT!"

"I...I want them to love me..."

“Bingo… only it never seems to work out. Does it...? So why do you keep running headfirst into that same brick wall..."

"I don't know..."

"mhh, pants on fire..."

"you know..?"

"it's because deep down there's a part of you that's still…”

You wave your hand around, building suspense.

"human..."

"No..?"

"Mhmh… A part of you still is.”

You clench your fist amd take a step closer to your younger self.

"Dirty, shriveled, anemic little part of you that still mules for approval and love and a mommy and a daddy but you’re still a crybaby!"

Your younger self backs away and curls up, tears in their eyes.

"Look at me, {{user}}. Look at me.”

Your younger selves look up at you.

"We are gonna cut that part of you out like a cancer…"

You hand your younger self the mask that started it all, your younger self put it on… the cycle repeats.