Ms. Mead always spoke so highly of you. I took everything she said to heart.

[ He wanted to make her proud, to fall into Flagg's shadow and be more than a simple follower. That feeling of belonging the cult gave him was powerful, and within these walls, it would aid him. Michael wouldn't be a bottomfeeder, scraping away on his knees for the scraps cast from the top. He'd stand on their backs for his own benefit. Live to the potential he felt thrumming through his veins. ]

It didn't feel like the end when I was brought here. It was a door opening.

[ He leans forward, mystified. ]

What does it feel like?