"She said my name though," he whispered. It had been like his mother was talking directly to him. There was no way that could be true, and he really had no evidence to quantify why he felt that way, but it was just so direct. "I just don't understand what the military would be recording my mother for."<br/><br/>At the bottom of the steps, Lex had been about to comment on Blue's likely-incorrect assumption about his brother when he was interrupted. "Marcus is full of good ideas," the spoken-of devil called from the other room. His voice had slow and slurred ever so slightly since Lex and Blue had left, but he sounded within his capacity. Footsteps drew closer, and Lex moved his hand from Blue's own to the small of her back as they traveled to meet Marcus.<br/><br/>"Marcus." That earned a sarcastic 'that's my name' comment. "When you played that tape upstairs, how many of them were there?"<br/><br/>Marcus blinked, lips hovering above the lip of the open bottle of whiskey in his hand, before tipping it back. "There was just one tape, if that's what you're asking. Why?" Marcus asjed, eyeing his brother carefully.<br/><br/>"Blue and I were sitting on the desk, and I don't know, I hit<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>." Everything just came stumbling out all at once, and about halfway through Lex realized he didn't actually know what happened. "I just.. I heard mom, on the radio."