This probably holds the record for “most time spent writing on a single strip.” One day I spent a whole hour-long lunch break staring at thumbnails for it — and managed to jot down some dialogue, but then erased all of it the day after. The strip here isn’t even the first version I uploaded. (If you want to compare.)
Kale: I thought . . . It sounds so stupid now! The people in charge, where I grew up . . . they convinced me that I was helping.
I still feel responsible. Didn’t have to kill anyone. Could’ve known that. Should’ve. But I didn’t get there on my own. I was pushed. My handler says people aren’t born knowing how not to fall for that — and swears it’s not too late for me to learn.
Living in the city is part of that. The next stage in rehab. With more experiences and perspective, I’m supposed to get less, um. Manipulate-able.
They say I’ll be able to use my powers for public service, once they decide I’m not dangerously vulnerable anymore.
. . . and, I guess, once they determine I’m not likely to go out and kill more people just for the heck of it.