When in the direst of circumstances, the complexity of a human being was slowly peeled away, taking with it the most unimportant surface level characteristics first, before slowly but surely devouring everything else. At the bottom, for most people, there were the base desires of an animal – the fear of death and the reluctance to experience pain. Yet, somehow, through sheer circumstance, an overwhelming repulsion to defeat had wormed its way so deep in Beam's mind, that it subordinated every other instinct, even death.
That repulsion was the only thing that kept him standing. It was as thin as a spider's thread, controlling his body like a puppet, as his single eye took in the broken images of the world that were now being fed to it.
