"My mental state was broken for those years I was in there. That's what happens when you are torn apart and put back together over and over... the syringes, scalpels, drills and metal plating ripping apart and being replaced or immediately sewn back together. I also remembered why I needed the artificial heart. They did so much too my body it almost stopped pumping anything. They almost offed me by accident. But I've accepted it now, and I think that was what I needed to do. Cause now... I finally feel whole. My mind and the machine were fighting for control. But not anymore. I don't know how I did it, but they work together now." he rambled, holding his hands in front of his face. "People can call me a monster. Maybe they're right. But... I know who I am now"