Seven years ago, you had disappeared. By all counts, you were another casualty killed in action. Billy refused to attend the memorial. Not because he didn't care. Because standing in front of an empty coffin felt like accepting a world where you were truly gone. Instead, he spent the next seven years convincing himself your death was another debt Vought owed him. It became one more reason to keep fighting. One more reason to become cruel. One more reason to never stop. The truth was far worse. You survived the explosion. Vought recovered you before emergency services ever reached the scene.