Whatever. It. Takes.

Where do I belong? Good question, let me know when you figure it out. All my life, I've been searching for freedom, a fresh start, a new life. But somehow I always end up back in this damned society. Everyone thinks we're okay. Those injections, they give us nothing to worry about. Well, unless you have the cure, like I do. I've had to endure things no person should, suffered loss like nobody has, and done things, that shall never be spoken of. I've been moved around, beaten, hidden from the world. I've been kidnapped, adopted multiple times, and I've promised myself not to get to attached. Wits over Reflex.

Where do I belong?

I don't know. But what I do know, is that I've gotta live to see it. For the society, for the better good? I wish I would admit to being that honorable.

I'm selfish. I want to get out of here. I want freedom. I want to avenge my mother.

And I'm willing to do,

Whatever.
It.
Takes.