Jasaiah looked at the man. The look in his eyes was harsh and sinister. "I had hoped you would be uncooperative," he murmured. He watched, curious, as Ryan approached the man. He could see the healing that emitted from him. It made the darkness brighter and he let out a low chuckle. "By day I am but a humble seller of wares," he breathed, reaching up to unclasp the necklace from his throat. The charm fell into one of the pockets of his battle kimono. There were no cameras (he or Drake had broken them all), so he had no qualms with showing the doctor what they really were. Not human. He? A monster. A beautiful monster, but one nonetheless. Jasaiah's tails and ears were in full view, his claws blackened and sharpened, his eyes slanted like a fox's.<br/><br/>He approached the man with the healed heart. "By night I am a hunter of evildoers. And you. You have done much evil, have you not?" he breathed. He leaned over him, pressing a hand over the man's chest. "Oh, you will not die until I say you will." Ryan would either watch, or not. It was of no concern to him. "What was the project, Dr. Longsworth? Because I assure you, there was something worth holding onto. Drake was worth holding on to. What. Did. You do to him?" he whispered. Each word was enunciated with a press of his own healing ability. Life, restored. His own appearance aged just a little, making him look more like his forties as opposed to early thirties, Right before their eyes the good doctor became young once more. All the better to torture.<br/><br/>"This is the last time I will ask. And perhaps...perhaps I will let you live." It was a lie. A cruel lie. But sometimes a second chance at living was all one needed to spill their darkest secrets.