If only I'd known there were worse things than death.

[He lets out a soft sigh when Nate's hand runs along his back, relaxing into the touch, eyes closing as he keeps talking.]

Turns out their plan was to torture me until my mutant powers manifested. I was basically a lab rat. They didn't care if I lived or died. I don't know how long I was there. Months maybe? I got drowned, burned, and deprived of oxygen. Pretty much a smorgasbord of torture. Anything and everything that you could think of. All at the hands of this fuck named Francis.