“You were created and raised to be a weapon.” Elijah murmured. “Whatever makes you think makes you could possibly be anything else.”

“I’d rather be useless than hurt anyone else ever again.” You mumbled.

Elijah sighed. “I know, baby. But the thing about weapons is that they’re designed to be used. You don’t have a choice. It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s yours.” You mumbled.