William looked around the clinic. How this place hadn't been looted and razed yet was beyond him. He supposed it was likely one of the few buildings in the quarter with anything resembling security that gave people pause. He was learning more and more about their mysterious benefactor that was recruiting allies, however. Small victories. He sat down in a nearby chair, letting his head fall back. 

"What does it remind you of Taylor?" He was putting off answering the questions, he knew the escape had caused more damage than previously expected, the bullet wound likely hadn't helped nor had the oxygen deprivation or the overuse of powers which none of them truly understood. Taylor cared for him, but what it didn't seem to understand was a simple fact.

He didn't want saving.