“You want to know what happened to Josh?” he hissed, taking a step forward, and Lydia’s skin prickled with chills – despite being shorter than her his gaze and his presence somehow managed to pierce directly into her, demanding attention; demanding respect. “They cut him open. Turned him into the kind of monster you wouldn’t recognise even if you’d known him. Then, when Tori and I escaped from that place, they sent our own squad – our family – to get us back. Josh was caught in the crossfire. I buried him. He's dead. Your life revolved around him? There, then. Job done. Purpose fulfilled.”