... that's right. It's soon.

[ He chews harder at his thumb, nerves taking over again ]

We work better as a rotte than a kette with a stranger anyway. Trying to force us to change and adapt... surely they'll see it's worse for them?

[ Not that Sinclair had any intention of killing any of the people he had come to see as friends despite everything. Don't kill or be killed. A simple oath to get him through everything.

But he couldn't help but think... everything so far had been too clean. Too simple. That maybe the adults

Ow. He's bleeding again.]