"No. Not happening," Lex refused abruptly. "Absolutely not."<br/><br/>Marcus almost reached across Blue and smacked his brother upside the head. However, he had an open bottle in his hand, so instead he twisted the cap back on and set the bottle down. And<span style="font-style: italic">then</span>he reached over Blue and smacked Lex across the back of his head. It earned a few swears, and Lex rubbed the rising sting away with his hand.<br/><br/>"Absolutely yes," Marcus protested, prepared to smack his brother again if he had to. "She's onto something about Dicen. Lex, if he knows something, maybe something about where they might have taken mom, then we need to talk to him."<br/><br/>Lex shook his head, more in disbelief than disapproval. "He doesn't know anything about mom. Realians are individually intelligent, not a hive mind. I'm not letting you wake him up and potentially ruin my life's work on human regeneration for a fucking hunch. No."<br/><br/>The protests were only considered for a moment before Marcus leaned over and hit the back of Lex's head again. Next time it would be the bottle. "That Realian is our biggest chance at understanding something that is obviously very above our heads. And you're standing in the way of that right now. So if you don't want to do it, tell me what I need to know and I'll wake him up myself."