“Enough,” said Victor. Behind his eyes, the dial turned up. Eli screamed. “You aren’t some avenging angel, Eli,” he said. “You’re not blessed, or divine, or burdened. You’re a science experiment.” Victor pulled the knife out. Eli went down on one knee. “You don’t understand,” gasped Eli. “No one understands.” “When no one understands, that’s usually a good sign that you’re wrong.”
