0 for 2

I’m “0 for 2.” Some hero I’ve turned out to be. Damn NextHuman was a ghosttown and anyone that we could have questioned bailed and we didn’t even grab one of them.
 
Do better Faust! Damn it, do better! So much blood on my hands, I couldn’t even save Adam, and I thought I could bring these guys down? I have to do better or die trying, but what kind of hero was I if I couldn’t even bring myself to tell Adam’s parents about what happened.
 
Comms came alive. Windwalker, Wildthing and Cypher were talking to an inmate trying to escape the asylum...and he...I...I knew this guy!
 
My three teammates stopped Reggie from fleeing, they slowed him down anyway...kept him from leaving. Faust, don’t screw this up!
 
I told Reggie that we came from the same neighborhood, that we wanted to help, that we were here to stop these guys.
 
He asked about Sarah and Adam. I’m caught off guard. God, Adam! I hesitated; I lied. I told him they were alright. Why did I lie? Is it my own shame? My guilt? I lied to myself, I convinced myself in that split second that I couldn’t afford to irritate Reggie further.
 
Reggie knew little, but he knew about Robocon. He wasn’t all warm and fuzzy about him. I didn't tell him we’re trying to rehabilitate the bugger. An omission...another lie. Justified? Damn it. Does a bad Means justify a good End? I thought I once knew the answer to that. A fight for another day.
 
Reggie challenged us as to why he should trust us, he questioned why we were any better than the guys who did this to him. I tried to explain, but I wasn't even sure myself, and my explanation fell short. Wildthing managed a response that dialed things down. Reggie has water powers, he called himself Blue Wave. Another ally? God I hope so. We certainly have enough enemies.
 
Sandcrab chimed in on Comms. He’s found a portal to another dimension. Reggie confirmed that’s where he’d been held for six years and told us there’s more people there that need help. Cypher’s creepy crawlers looked in to the other side. More heavies. Robots by the look of it.
 
Good...something I could understand. Something I’m good at. Something I can use to hide my guilt and failures. Something to crush and rip apart. Violence helped to dull the bad memories; at least for a little while. Violence is something I could do.
 
"Let’s go kick some ass guys."