We open on Harold Attano a depressing aura of darkness surrounds him. 

“This all coming… Unglued, that word hangs over my head like the sword of Damocles.” 

Harold’s head hangs in sorrow as he speaks. 

“You know Felix, I think I know how you’ve felt like your entire life.  They give you a show where you’re the main attraction.  They give you a life and you think you can… I don’t know… live it.” 

Tears begin to drop from Harold’s eyes. 

“You work for everything you feel you’ve gotten and then one day… The pull the rug out from under us.  It’s like a dagger to the heart.  It’s almost enough to break a man.  I mean, I knew your father too Felix he was a raging fucking prick… but that makes me think about my situation.” 

Harold lets out an audible sigh that comes out like a sob. 

“How do pricks like that get a chance to be a dad?  How does Fernicus get a chance to raise his child, but I have to stare down a clown in grease paint every fucking time I want to so much talk to my daughter.  Felix, life hasn’t been fair to either of us, you got a shitty father, and I didn’t get the chance to be one.” 

Harold wipes the tears away. 

“But like you Felix, I accomplish great things, but I stumble at the last hurdle, and the life I want stays just out of reach.  Zeus was right, it’s all coming unglued, Arcadia, my life, fucking everything.  I can’t even stand up to the piece of shit who’s abusing my sweet Michaela.” 

Harold sits his depression circling him like buzzard. 

“But I’m not going to let life continue to kick me while I’m down Felix.  I’m not going to seek out my old friends.  Unlike you who’s already to make nice with Destructo and Doom.  Wanting to give that sociopath a chance at being a father Felix?  What about me, what about Harry?  Huh, where was that piece of shit while we were Seekers, oh yeah standing next to Nox and now you want to give him a shot at a son he would’ve abandoned if Nox hadn’t let the cat out of the bag.  While I’ve been trying for years to get my daughter back, and what help have you been?!” 

Harold’s depression, now replaced with rage as he continues to speak. 

“You didn’t even attempt to give hand when we were Seekers.  You just pissed off and did everything for yourself.  See that’s the difference between you and I, I’ve attempted to help everyone and balance my own ends.  I even got my fucking back broke when I tried to help my own worst enemy.  That’s the difference between us Felix, you’ve always been a selfish momma’s boy well this week, I’ll give to you, I won’t be selfish… One Shot, One Kill, and every memory you’ve had torment you will be a thing of the past.  Think of it as old Harry’s gift to you.”