Mercy hummed absently, and the lock fell open, everything clicking into place. He stood up again, not daring to believe Dorian, not yet.

"I know you are. And you fear your father, his ritual, his desperate need to deny who you are. Perfect as you are, beautiful as you are, but why aren't you different?"

The glow increased and Mercy whimpered, trying to twist away from the metal. "They told me to end it, take your knife, make him look into your eyes."