Blue’s eyes rolled as consciousness left her, and Lex held his breath and prayed that the dead weight didn’t bring her throat down on Elias’ knife. Thankfully, it fell just to the side - and Elias moved the knife anyway, disentangling his hand from her hair and letting her head lul against the side of the wheelchair. His heart hammered against his chest as Elias crossed over to him, absently considering the knife in his hand and sparing the blood that marred it with an idle<span style="font-style: italic">tsk.</span><br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">You’re</span>the Realian design,” Lex breathed out, testing the words on his tongue. In all of the time that he spent dedicated to the Realian project, to Venture Corp’s Research and Development Division, he’d never been made aware that the Realians were<span style="font-style: italic">based off</span>any particular person. Or… “...a god?”<br/><br/>Elias smiled almost apologetically as he cocked his head just a hair’s breadth to the side. “And Dicen was the closest you got, wasn’t he?” They were close now. Lex was taller without a doubt, but in his position chained to a chair, even Elias’ small frame seemed to tower over him by comparison. He clicked his tongue as he shook his head side to side. “You don’t seem surprised, doctor. Is that why you tried to hide him away? Because you knew that he was different?”<br/><br/>Lex opened his mouth to explain, though he wasn’t sure ahead of time what words were going to come out. It didn’t matter. Elias was done talking. “You’ve had your chance to explain yourself, Alex,” he chastised, his voice hollow and flat. “Time’s up.”<br/><br/>A pale, spindly, blood-covered hand came up to Elias’ chest level and he flicked it so casually to the side, as if waving away Lex’s consciousness. Rather… he<span style="font-style: italic">felt</span>unconscious, though he remained very much awake. Everything that surrounded him was black, though he was vividly aware of the noises around him. He was being moved. Blue was probably with him, but he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure of how much time had passed before he was able to shake himself awake in new surroundings.<br/><br/>Dark eyes focused straight ahead at a ceiling, blinking rapidly until they came into focus. He turned his head to the left first; Blue laid on a bed next to him. The leg of her pants had been cut, and her wound was treated and wrapped. He blinked, then turned his head to the right.<br/><br/>“It’s about time you fucking woke up.”<br/><br/>Marcus.