MK flinched from the words. It did take him so long to figure it out. Like with Macaque and the brain surgery. He was too slow. Too oblivious. He kept pressure on his stomach and looked from Cole to Macaque. The dark monkey was right. Cole would hate himself for this if he remembered. Part of MK hoped Cole wouldn't remember anything. He wouldn't bring it up. He would keep it secret.

"You can't let him go. He'll hurt someone else," MK said softly. "You have to stop him. Please, Macaque."