Lloyd sat on his tree stump, trying to figure things out. He had been educating himself on all he could for quite a while and had come up with a few rules. He had a horrible power, a power that he could only use if he hurt someone else, he couldn’t trust most people, whether they would report him and say they had found some poster saying he had murdered someone or they had been sent by someone to “finish what had been started.”. Lloyd had also learned not to trust himself, and the thing within him. Although it would pretend to want what was best for both of them and try to send them towards their “friends” it would also take control and never give up willingly. He had also learned he was an idiot. He had known nothing of morals or anything really in that short period after he had been made. He hadn’t done anything that could’ve helped anyone ever. And finally he realized that he needed to do something. He had stayed in hiding since the island, he hadn’t wanted to be captured but also hadn’t wanted to fight, he had lived on the outskirts of a small costal city and watched the humans. It had taught him so much. Humans would do things without question just because everyone else had always done it, this was bad but they didn’t know. It let them be manipulated. He had also learned another very important fact. He was nothing like them, he was born from the same flesh as one, but was made for other purposes. His job was to fix it. The wrongness he could feel. The call.