At least something had gotten his mind off the torture. Badd scowled, in that way he did when Byrne mocked him about something. It was the way he'd scowl if things were normal and they were joking around together at the office.

"They got a pretty sick sense of humor. I guess they did it with...computers or something. Don't think I'd have a smile like that even if I was getting married." And men like him didn't marry pretty young things in their twenties, they couldn't even make it a good lie. In fact if they'd wanted to make him believe he was someone else they'd found the identity he'd least want to have even if he thought it was true. No, he wouldn't let his best friend be a murderer and a murderer be his adoring wife. He'd rather be considered insane and keep who he was.

Especially not after what they'd done to Byrne and to Kay. He'd fight them with every breath he had, with every shred of sanity left to him, they'd have to pulverize him before he'd bow to their lies.