Bering & Wells - Arms

You hate me for what I did. You hate the Warehouse for what it did to you. We became friends because we’re alike in many ways. I’m not proud of what happened, but that it drove you away from the Warehouse. A hundred years ago, I went into the Bronzer filled with hate. It grew inside me like a cancer. All I thought about was what I lost; what the Warehouse had taken from me; turned me into. Be careful, Myka. Hate so easily turns into fear. Don’t walk away from you’re truth.