and blood built up from the warzone they’d just crawled through. The yellow tint on his hands becomes more apparent the cleaner his skin gets and Dylan stops pouring the water to look. He looks up at him with an inquisitive squint in his eyes.

Dylan: How come you are still normal?

Steve stands back almost in shock:

Steve: Jesus, that’s a first.

Dylan continues to pour the water but looks up at him, still expecting an answer. Steve can only shrug in response. He’d tried to figure out why he hadn’t fully changed before but all the tests and musings led him to one conclusion: That he was already so fucked up that his mind couldn’t have gotten any worse.