three. There was a reason why he'd said nothing to anyone so far. He didn't want it to be too well-known he was here. He didn't want someone to try to save him from something that could really hurt them.
At that moment, he was stuck in a solitary room after having gotten into a fight with a doctor who had frightened him. There was blood still under his nails, bruises staining his arms and face but a small sense of victory lay in that he knew he wasn't broken.
He wasn't human, he'd never be human. He wasn't wrong and no amount of therapy, pills or other treatments would make him think otherwise. But he wouldn't go mad here. The creature he could conjure up would keep him sane, a reminder that he was right against them all. Against anyone who might suggest otherwise or try to brainwash him.