"I can't say that I haven't asked myself that before," Lex admitted. The question of if his father knew something about if his father had something to do with what happened to the Realians had haunted him ever since he woke up. His father had tried to, put quite simply, fucking kill him. And over what? Research? The Realians were people, not things. There were so many ethical violations and laws against putting someone through undue duress for the sake of research. His father knew that, too, and he was still willing to kill his son to do it anyway.<br/><br/>Lex had been about to say something else when his jaw snapped shut at the sound of footsteps. "Okay, we've got towels, clothes, shoes and water," Marcus called out as he approached. He sounded like he was out of breath. Lex was glad that he at least understood the urgency of the situation enough to hurry, even if he was less than excited about donating his clothes to a Realian.<br/><br/>"Thank you," Dicen said when Marcus was close enough that he wouldn't have to raise his voice. He took the towels when they were handed to him, and he wasted no time in yanking the jumper back over his head even in spite of the freezing cold. He dragged them over his skin and hair, more and more relieved each time that he managed to get some of the frigid chemical bath off of him.<br/><br/>"Did anyone see you?" Lex asked, finding a towel with some help from Dicen just outright handing him one, and set to work on drying the Realian's hair.<br/><br/>Marcus shook his head, then spoke up. "Jenessa saw me, but she just asked if I had seen you."<br/><br/>Lex waited impatiently for his brother to continue. "And you said?"<br/><br/>"I told her I hadn't, but I'd let you know that she was looking for you. She didn't seem too concerned about the towels I took."<br/><br/>Lex shook his head. "Whatever. We need to keep this between us for now. And we need to get Dicen back to the tower without him being seen."