[center][h2] Gendry [/h2][/center]

I stagger away as the liquid sprays out. All of the fight seems to drain out of me with the liquid, and I easily collapse against the wall, sliding down to a sitting position. My breathing slows to a labored wheeze, and I look up at Jerus. Whatever menace I may have carried in my prime is gone, and even the cybernetic enhancements covering my body can no longer hide how broken I am. The hatred has trained from my eyes, and all that remains is a dull acceptance.