Jasaiah ignored Ryan, mostly because if he didn't his resolve would shatter. He didn't want to be a monster in front of Ryan, but he was disgusted with this pathetic excuse for a human being. It really didn't take much effort at all. Jasaiah had just started to age him again. What a weak creature. He'd tortured far stronger humans than this monster. "So the only second chance he had been given was to have his mind conditioned to become a weapon." He gripped the other's arms, refraining from destroying him right then and there. He growled low in his throat. "You had no right to take him. You had no right to destroy his future. Your...methods broke his mind."<br/><br/>He leered. "There is that fear, that uncertainty that he may not come back. That to learn his past, to accept what has happened to him, will just break him. Is that what you wanted? Is that your...method of bettering?" He drew screams out of the man as he rotted only his arms. Oh, yes, Jasaiah had pinpoint accuracy with his methods of torture. He could age the body without destroying the spirit or soul. The mind? Well, they'd see how much this bastard could hold up to. "What purpose was there? What missions were he sent for? Why did he come here?" To retain Dr. Longsworth's sanity he healed him once more. Jasaiah could eat later. He needed answers. "You saw him. He left you alive. Why? You of all people would understand him. You molded him, created him. But those that love him will cherish him and accept who he is and what he decides to do with his life. He is not even human anymore, and you will never see your creation again."