My lip trembled just a bit before I broke out into full out sobs. I sank to my knees in front of Imogen, my face twisted in grief. I felt ten years worth of tears come down my face. Never once had I cried. Not once. Now I cried. Harder than I ever had before. I hadn't cried when the surgeons had stuck tiny saws into me and cut apart my bones. I hadn't cried after the big surgery when I had found that even blinking caused pain. I had screamed and spat and moaned...but never cried. I cried for Imogen. I cried for all of us. Our innocence lost to some men with dark minds and scalpels. I banged my fists on the ground and sobbed. I cried like a baby. Finally, with my throat so raw I couldn't cry any longer, tears streaming in silence down my face, I turned to Imogen. I put my hand up to hers on the side of the glass tank. I reached over the top...and dropped the knife into the water. My hands went to my face as I fell again, tears coming down now out of guilt on top of everything else.