Well this was fucking cute. Lex heaved a sigh and put his hands on his hips, head hanging low as he paused. Blue had been a convenient set of eyes. Now, she and his brother just served to be thorns in his side. "Okay. Okay, fine," he gave in, turning around once more. "There is, as Marcus was so kind to point out, a Realian in the garage."<br/><br/>"Yeah, asshole, but what's it doing there?" Marcus pressed. He didn't make any moves to get closer to Lex. If he had been within an arm's reach, he might've fucking killed him.<br/><br/>Lex clicked his tongue. He was in the wrong here, and he knew that. But getting him to admit it was another challenge of its own. "His name is Dicen," he said at last. Marcus was about to ask why the fuck it had a name, but Lex continued on. "He was a student of mine. He's alive in there, or he should be. If we just leave him alone, he's not going to wake up. Just, don't touch the canister."<br/><br/>His best friend and quickest, albeit only, student. Watching him grow up was one of the achievements that Lex was incredibly proud of, and he could never talk about it. With Marcus, or Jenessa, or anyone. Anyone except for his mother, when she was too far gone to answer him back.