He paused a moment, taking the words in, trying to find something to say. He was actually thinking for once rather than just blurting out the first thing that came to mind, realizing the importance of this conversation. "They've already hurt me," he muttered out, voice gravel rough as his eyes averted slightly. "...More'n anythin' they could do t' m' body. I've... 's not jus' fer them." It was a hard confession, to himself much less to anyone else. "'S fer me as much as fer them..." He looked at Jason again, swallowing slowly before speaking with a hardened tone. "I want m' revenge."
He let out a faint sigh at the mention of the bloody creature Jason's mind had produced, his head shaking. "I could be 'at, 's what they wanted me t' be. An animal, a livin' killin' machine. I won' 'ave it, I won' be it." A snarl pulled at his lips as he spoke, the venom and hatred he carried for Revolve clear in every word, in every expression on his young yet hardened face. "Whut you saw's whut they tried t' make me. Yew gave me a way out, a way t' not be 'at. Jus'..." He trailed off, brow knitting up as he watched the old man, at a loss for what to do about his crying, at a loss for how to better explain things, but in the end there was really only one thing he could come up with. "Jus' lemme be me... an' I won' ever be that." It was almost too simple, but it was all the logic Kyle could produce on the subject. He would not be what Revolve wanted of him, so long as he could help himself.