“If you lock a man away long enough, it bends him. Sometimes until he breaks.”

            Jarod knew he was bent. He knew there were things about him that others considered very strange, and other things that were probably seriously deformed. He knew his way of dealing with injustice was…unusual, to put a good face on it. He could think of nothing more right than emotional justice, and yet it was so very opposite to the way normal society worked. He had never been allowed to experience and understand how normal society worked. He was bent.

            But he hadn’t broken yet.