Someone kicks and hit some poor guy there, who is all without chance
I see that no one seem to care, and not even I
The fear is too great and strong, to be able to do anything at all
Under the surface, I am ashamed about myself
Under the surface, the picture burns me
LUTZ ROSENTHAL
Where: Metropolis streets
With who: Abigail
"I understand that, ms.Archer," Lutz said, having seen her taking care of them, even if they were obviously sceptical towards anyone at the base. He then thought of something. When she took care of them, didn't she ever wonder why they were covered with bruises and scares from the experiments?
"Wonder what she have been told?" he thought. He knew at least that after seeing some very bad cuts on the youngest Metahuman, a girl called Ylva, he was told that she had tried to commit suicide, but he knew that was a lie. She were too cheerful (as someone could possible be in such a hellish place) to do something like that. As he thought of her
smiling face that she had when among the other kids, he was once again filled with sorrow and quilt.
"Because of me... she might never smile like that again..." he thought.
He were also filled with hatred towards the sadistic b*****d who had inflicted those wounds on her and the other kids, even having killed some of them. If Lutz only had the guts to openly oppose him and the Syndicate, he would have done that a long time ago. But that would have meant that he in one way or another (either by getting fired or killed) would had lost the contact with the kids. And that was something he didn't want to risk. He too cared about them, as he hoped that they one day would be able to live free and normal lives.
When I see all the evil, that we humans have released
The meaningless suffering
Then I have difficult to understand, that all of us have been children and helpless one time
Loved without borders, loved without constraint
Under the surface, we are all small
Under the surface, a good soul can perish