Those girls were experimented upon, as you know.....bonded to the Big Daddies and turned into harvesters for the substance used in creating implants, like my own.

[In a flash-freeze of cold, ice crystallizes at his fingertips, shattering as both hands curl into tight fists again. The way he repeats himself is somehow akin to driving a blade in deep and then twisting it. Punishing himself with the reminder.]

I remembered something else about those unfortunate children. Something I did. I should just spit it out, I know, but it's....I'm....