"I never saw a kid! All I saw was a man, mutilated and abandoned in an alley. I know who he was, I know what he was a part of! I don't like him anymore than you do! After what they did to me.. I would like nothing more than to see them all burn!" He spat out through clenched teeth. This man acted like he was on the FOotR's side, as if he agreed with their actions. The mutilated bodies they left, the destroyed families... But there was nothing he could do, the memory of pain flashing, sending a jolt into his ribs. "You killed a man, which makes you no better than him! These people," He stopped himself, lowering his voice, "These are who I'm trying to protect! To hell with Comstock, Fink, and you! With you three, it doesn't matter who you destroy, because the end justify the means? Well I'm the one who has to deal with the means, who has to prevent mass chaos, who has to pick up the pieces. It's people like you, self-proclaimed heroes, who are going to destroy this city. Those who think they are doing the right thing. I won't let you go on." Clarence pulled a pair of handcuffs out, "You are under arrest."