Great Bear Wilderness all these diamonds

Perhaps Matty would have thought differently if that was the only life he'd ever known - from infancy, bottle-fed, trained for one purpose and one purpose only. To be a weapon. 

"I guess I'm both," Clarence said thoughtfully, hardly even really paying attention at the moment. Too wrapped up in horrific memories, of bloodshed and screams of terror and alarm sirens. "I like to think I'm different now. I don't want to do those things anymore." He never had, really.

Clarence looked over at the other boy and tears filled his own eyes, mirroring the other boy's expression. It was painful, to think about, to admit. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, voice hushed. "Maybe... we can quit? Maybe we can change?" He was hopeful, voice choked, his own emotions laid out on the table.