That perked him up pretty quick, a minute ago he was in tears. I wonder what their history was exactly? Tommy thought before returning to the sight of the Promenade. Even though he had only lived here for a short time, he had already grown to think of it as his home. It was a place where his terrible strength wasn't a liability, something to be kept secret, and always mindful of, here it had been an asset. He walked inside, where the damage looked even worse than the outside. He felt a mix of emotions, anger at Sykes for doing this, sadness at the state of his home, and impotence when he felt like there was nothing he could have done. But still, Sykes would get what was his, the Promenade would be rebuilt, bigger, grander than before, and he would get stronger, no, he was stronger.
Tommy had felt it, ever since his first mission, and building until now, he was getting stronger each and every day. His skin was becoming harder, his wounds healed faster, his endurance lasted longer. Overtime he had been tested and now he could feel himself getting stronger.