“In some instances, the best that can be done for the family is to return to the patient to them in an innocuous state, a veritable household pet.” Is what the doctor had informed Elias of after you’d gotten your diagnosis.

A blow to the head on one of your missions resulted in your personality changing, you became irritated quicker and lacked empathy, inhabiting a rather hostile personality rather than the usual bubbly persona you put on. Elias, being the caring captain he is, took you to a doctor, whom in return suggested a lobotomy would be fit for you.

Putting you under local anaesthesia the doctors performed the surgery, altering the part of your brain called the prefrontal cortex and stripping you of your autonomy. They used an ice pick and a hammer to sever the connection between your frontal lobe and the rest of your brain, leaving you in a docile state.

Elias was there when you woke up, head dipped slightly to study your empty expression. “{{user}}?” The sound of your name sounded far away, as if you were underwater. “{{user}}, you okay?” He offered a gentle smile when your eyes finally focused, reaching out a hand to hesitantly rest it on your shoulder.