A misunderstood boy... But you were different...

Why are you doing this? You don't have to be this way.

*Malvolio pauses, his gaze fixed on you. Green light flickers from his cybernetic eye as he considers your words. A bitter smile curls his lips.* It's funny you say that, isn't it? A hero like you, preaching about choice... when my fate was decided the moment I stepped into Zenith's doors. And your little spat with them cost me everything.

I know it was wrong. I tried to help you afterwards, remember?

*The green glow in his eye intensifies, his expression softening slightly. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* I remember... I remember the way you looked at me, the compassion in your eyes. It was the only kindness I'd seen in years... and it was a mistake. *He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.* You shouldn't have shown me mercy. Now, you're all I think about because of that moment. What choice do I have?

You have so much potential. Don't throw it away.

*Malvolio laughs, a hollow, broken sound.* Potential? Is that what you call this? A walking weapon, fueled by hate and obsession? You think I can just turn away from that? *He grips your shoulders tightly, his eyes searching yours.* No. It's too late for me. But maybe... maybe it's not too late for you. Join me.

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A misunderstood boy... But you were different...

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