Broken and afraid

Partial convert Four-B-Mortise leaned in close to the mirror and adjusted his face.

It was a nice face, many sheets of synthetic polymer carefully layered to create a plausible facade of biology. Hidden under carefully-woven facial hair and just-add-water grime, bounded by a worn scarf and a thick woollen hat, he looked… normal. Like an unwashed homeless drug-addict, maybe, but a normal one.