[The hand felt heavy on her shoulder, but strong. As he spoke about owning it, being the monster, he handed her one of her guns. It felt heavy as well, but comforting.]

[her fingers tightened and she glared with her one good eye behind the mask. She reached over to yank the IV out, feeling it. Then moved to drop her feet to the ground, looking up at him.]

Starting to. But I don't care. Point... point me the right way. I look... like a monster. Acting like one... would be easy.