I've been told his name was John.
Other than that, I don't know. But that doesn't matter. The man -- boy, I should say -- I was before doesn't exist now. He hasn't for a long time.
I am the son of a madman. A criminal.
A scientist who saw no problem with torturin' an innocent man. I like to think that I was innocent. A person who believed that
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