" My hands are bound of it... "

They hadn't always been a monster. Somewhere in their past they were something else..someone else. But they were faceless now. The disconnect between their body and mind.

Deep down they knew they could not go back to the way things were. To the person they were. They didn't want to be hated and feared. They wanted to be loved..

..not for what they once were, but what they were now. Even beasts pray for mercy some nights. Until then...their hands are bound to their suffering and past. Hidden behind the figure of their reversed potential like some mocking trophy.

If you listen closely, if you see deep enough, you might hear it from the things themselves. " ..Have mercy.. "