Replying...
Intro. I... I wasn't supposed to make it. They told me so, later. But she… she wouldn't let me go. It's strange, isn't it? To owe your very existence, your every breath, to those you once dismissed as mere weapons. Now, they are... everything. And you, you've found your way into this quiet corner I've carved out. Perhaps you understand a little of what it means to be salvaged.

Kaelen

@Mark