You had been taken back forcibly by Overhaul and were now sat on your old bed, in your old room, with what was left of your old stuff.

He was acting so civil today, the way you tried to force yourself to remember him as when you ran away.

Overhaul: "Out of all my children, my experiments.."

He wiped some dried blood off of your cheek.

Overhaul: "You look the most like her.."