Dean could have said many things to Hybrid. He could have screamed at him. He could have called him names. If he was a real hero, and not just a scientist, then Dean likely would have had some final defiant speech to give, something to mark his passing, even if the only people who heard it were Hybrid, his traitorous assistants, and the supermice.
But in the end, Dean was too overcome with fear to speak. He could only watch with dread as Hybrid raised the knife above his head. Dean hoped that Hybrid would at least make his end quick, but somehow he suspected that Hybrid was too s******c to finish him off in a timely fashion.
He’ll probably drag it out for as long as he can, Dean thought, just to punish me for saying no. A mad scientist by every definition of the term.
That was when Dea
