As weariness and some of Gorgo’s sedatives darkened his mind, memories as recent as last week and as old as childhood washed over Calvin. Images of conflict, feelings of hurt, and voices of old flooded him all at once. Suddenly, he was a child again, small and weak against his tyrannical mother. It’s no wonder dad left, he thought while she punched and kicked him. Curled into a ball on the floor, he took it. From early on, he learned to just endure the beatings. Nobody could help, because nobody was reliable. Nobody was good, because nobody was evil. Nobody was flawed, because nobody was perfect.
“Man is what man is meant to be…” Calvin recited, reaching through the memories with his voice and grasping onto reality. “Conquered.”
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