[ Wrench had experienced it all. Anger, guilt, shame, depression, apathy... removing himself entirely from everything he believed in and settling for a "normal life". He unconsciously rubbed at his ring finger. Wasn't that long ago that there was something there. Mm, stupid of him. Made him so stupid. As if he could ever be normal. Hell, someone could argue that a lot of what was happening in his world now was his fault. He designed the fucking robots that Albion used. They were his.

Hard to not let it all turn you into one of them, too. He thought about that a lot. Especially after Sabine had pointed it out. He thought about how violent he's become and how, honestly... it made him fucking giddy, god damn. It felt so fucking good to blow up Rempart's face, it felt so good. He should have finished the job. Man, it would have been easier. It would have been justice. ]

Gruesome was exactly what they fucking deserved. Wasn't my blood to draw, though. Not that time at least. It was theirs and they got it. [ He nodded, quietly. Fingers grabbing the door to pull it open. Another abandoned place. Like a department store after hours. People should be here. They just weren't. ] Would you believe it was a cop who helped covered it up? Eh, ex cop I think but still. Pretty fucking wild to think they actually protected the people instead of the system for once.