Metis mumbled apologies when Jones flinched and yelped in pain. She wondered whether or not she should suture the open wounds, in the end decided to cover them with bandages. She dressed the wounds as nicely as she could and wiped Jones' tears away for her. It was getting harder to keep up the facade of trying to be comforting. There was nothing comforting about a teenage girl bruised and tied to a chair; this was her worst case yet and nothing was going right.<br/><br/>When Jones' asked her second question; Metis' whole body seized. She stared passed the confined girl as she thought and dropped back into her chair. "I..." She began, stuttering slightly. She tried thinking back on every trial; every subject but only a few blurry faces materialised. She could not remember names, outcomes, faces; all of it was gone. Pushing deeper, she tried to unpack the forgotten memories but the strain only brought pain. Groaning as her head started to ache, she dropped her head into her hands. Her shaky fingers rubbed her temples through the pain. "I... No... Maybe - I don't really remember." Her voice cracked.<br/><br/>Inhaling deeply, she sat up straight and powered through the migrane. She couldn't appear weak in front of the subject.<br/>"It's really none of your business, Miss Jones," she said, authoritively. Her eyes wandered wildly around the room; unable to look at Jones. She blushed as she felt Jones watch her. "Our work here may not be 100% ethically but it's for the sake of a better future. Generations from now will look back on us as the ones who pushed evolution further than can ever be imaginable. People like you... like us are a vital key in ensuring our country's military superiority." Metis said as if reading a script. Her voice was hollow, lacked sincerity.