The first memory that surfaced was the interrogation room. Ashley Blackheart across from him, an S rank officer who had spent her career studying men like Alessio D'Rossi, and himself, a fifteen year old who had awakened two days ago, sitting there like he'd done it a hundred times, leaning forward and saying:
'If even the highest authorities of the Federation tried to harm my family, I would do exactly the same thing to them that I did to that terrorist.'
He'd said that… To an S rank. With nothing but raw confidence and whatever had unlocked in his chest when Alessio's memories came rushing back.
'There was no need for it… None. She was a nuisance, not a threat. The right move was to give her nothing, be boring, be blank, be the scared fifteen-year-old she expected. Instead… I handed her confirmation that something was wrong with me.'
'I didn't even pause to think... I just opened my mouth and 'he' came out.'
