mine would were i human

He has hands built to cradle the barrel of a bazooka. Fingers trained to hurt, to flip the safety off and reload the bullets. Wolfgang has ears tuned to hear the ting of a metal bullet casing kissing the asphalt as it falls. He has the scars to prove his lack of thinking, and a near-constant adrenaline rush to testify with it. Wolfgang is violent. He is not a good person, and he is not a thinking one.But, over the last couple of months, Wolfgang has been thinking. Thinks about his humanity, or lack thereof. Thinking about what it means, in the end, to be human.Human. That was never a label before, was it?