Page 166 of BounBound By Scars

And the way Kabir dropped.

He wondered if Kabir was dead.

He hoped not.

But Titan didn’t hope.

Titan didn’t wonder.

“Dylan?”

The name rang out.

Fell flat.

Meant nothing.

Titan didn’t recognize it.

“You okay, brother?”

Brother.

That word.

Like it still belonged to him.

Titan wasn’t a brother.

Titan was a weapon.

And weapons don’t get forgiven.

They don’t get names.

They wait for orders.

They take the shot.

Then they wait for the next one.

But there were no more orders.

Just silence.

And blood.

And something like a scream, buried too deep to make it out.

Something clawing at the inside of his skull.

Something that might’ve once beenDyl—no.

Titan didn’t let him out.

Not anymore.

Titan sat in the chair.

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