I'd be lying if I said it was just me. The Gardener was there for me in the beginning. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't get some of my values from her, but not because she was the one who took me in. Her hatred of black science rivaled my own because I knew exactly what black science was capable of.

But when push came to shove, I quickly learned just how different our thoughts on the matter were, and I cut her out of my life.

Funny enough, I have the other Grayson to thank for that.