Nobody wants me around anymore, now that they've seen what I am, and what I've done, and what I'm doing now. So I'm keeping away from them.
...It's not really a town. Just a few places to store myself, and some other places to store things I need. Like my weapons, and clothes.
Clothes are the hardest part right now. There aren't enough for them for all of me to be shaped like me, and walk around like me. And I'll rip through them when I'm mixing two of me together, or dividing. So I store the rest of me in smaller pieces in the buildings in the meantime, until I have enough clothes to pretend to be people.
You didn't know? I thought that girl would have blabbed about it to everyone by now. She doesn't think much of my right to privacy.
The short version is, they found out if I'm cut in half, it makes two of me, as long as there's enough mass to do that. So they staged a coup, I think, and got rid of Reeve, and then they kept cutting.
There's thousands of me now. They had me work as their army, or they'd stop treating me and let me go mad. But then Hal said I could just make them keep treating me, since I'm stronger than them, so I've decided I'm in charge now.
...But everyone already saw me be an army for... I don't know. A couple months. The treatments make everything hazy. And they know I'm not human now. So nobody wants me around. Especially now since I've taken over the people that took over, and I haven't found Reeve yet.

-Sits there in the main room, his expression vacant-