"A shower<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>be nice," Lex agreed, making a conscious decision not to give his shirt a sniff-test. Surely the Sovereignty had thought up a way to take care of its military, especially in such an important base like the one outside of Termina. Like... a generator or something, maybe, in case the electrical grid were to fail (like it had). Or maybe a well pump, even. He tried to think back over the years, trying to remember if he'd ever seen a well around the perimeter of the base at all. He didn't, though; it either didn't exist or his memory was already starting to fail because he was so ancient. So the well idea was a bust, but the thought of generators still had Lex's hopes up.<br/><br/>He remembered so many years ago, actually a little bit after his mother had told him to cut down that huge tree in their yard for firewood, there'd been a freak hundred-year storm. The storm itself only lasted for three or four days, but the repercussions of it were felt for months afterward. But curiously, Lex remembered working through the days when he knew the whole of Termina didn't have power. Surely the lab wasn't on an entirely different power grid; there was little else surrounding it that it could share electrical lines with. They<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to have had him running on generators. There was no other explanation; and they had to be pretty quality generators, too, for him not to have noticed back then. Lex kept his mouth shut about his revelation, though. They would see if they could even find one, or if the military had the foresight to grab every single one that would be needed to power a facility this size after the Realians attacked. Mentioning it now would just get<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>their hopes up.<br/><br/>The autumn air was bitterly cold. He'd known that it was getting colder for months, and he'd been pretty fine with the weather earlier. But that was before he'd laid down and gotten comfy, on a bed as hard as a rock and under a blanket that was so itchy that it was probably made of eyelashes or something. Absently, his free hand came to rub at his other arm through the fabric of his shirts. He wondered if they should've waited for Marcus.<br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>It'd taken Marcus a while to fully process what he'd seen. In some sort of... what he could best describe as a<span style="font-style: italic">person cylinder</span>, looking like he was sleeping peacefully admist what Marcus could only guess was some sort of suspension solution, was a Realian. It wasn't awake, but it was decidedly alive. His eyes were closed, but after some close examination, Marcus could definitely tell that there was movement behind his eyelids, like he were having some sort of deep, R.E.M.-induced dream. His hair was long. Longer than Blue's, Lex's, or their mother's, even. Like it'd been left to grow for<span style="font-style: italic">years.</span>He had to wonder if this Realian had been in storage this whole time, while the rest of his comrades lost themselves to bloodlust. If it were to wake up right now, would it be tempted to kill them, too? Would Lex know?<br/><br/>Questions raced through Marcus' mind faster than he knew how to verbalize sentences, but by the time he'd returned to the barracks and threw the door open, it all came out in one long, incoherent sentence. "LexIneedyoutocomewithmerightnow-" he breathed out, before he realized that he was talking to air. He poked his head in further, peering around the edge of the door frame, just in case his brother was for some reason staring at a corner somewhere. But he was no where, and neither was Blue. "...Lex?"