One thing stuck out very poinently to Walter. They wanted me when my old team didn't. Perhaps he was over-reaching, but he knew the sting of abandonment. But even if he didn't like the team...he liked Wrath. For a moment, he wondered what his life would have been like if he'd had any friends growing up in the orphanage; if Bob had survived. But it was pointless to think about, so he shut that thought out.

But there lie the difference between Wrath and Walter; Walter had grown enough to become angry and resentful of the Order. They could intimidate and bully and abuse a child but they had failed to find a way to control what he became. Wrath hadn't reached that level of independant thought.

He only hummed softly in reply, holding his hands together. There was more to ask, more to question...but not in front of the admins.