A handsome piece of deformity.

He’d escaped Baddy, and his legs would carry him no further. Thomas’ burden weighed on him, but Bear would never leave him and he’d never leave Bear, especially now. Tear-streaked, trembling, alone save Bear amidst the masses, Thomas was invisible to the world. Vision limited to battering legs, he squeezed Bear and bawled. He’d seen all: Mommy, then Bear; Baddy’d opened both, but repaired only Bear. Thomas would never understand why, or that he’d been allowed to escape, clutching a companion whose insides had been replaced with plastique. His last thought before Bear exploded was, simply, “I want my Mommy…”