“Let’s do that,” Marcus agreed, nodding to Blue and letting her guide them there. As they walked, he leaned over and murmured to Lex. “Your office and workspace are in different buildings? Don’t like to shit where you eat?”<br/><br/>Lex offered nothing but a resigned<span style="font-style: italic">tsk</span>and tried to jerk his arm out of Marcus’ grasp. “Yeah, well, my office at the hospital wasn’t in the operating room, either, dipshit.” That just earned him a shove forward. Of course, his brother<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>be the one to make a blind man trip over his own feet. Bastard.<br/><br/>They walked in silence for a bit, with Blue guiding Marcus, and Marcus guiding Lex. He had to admit that he was eager to see what exactly his brother had been keeping secret all these years. He looked down; Lex’s fingers were still curled around his ID. Marcus snatched it from him. Dr. Alexander Ascolani, M.D., Ph.D., it read at the bottom in bold black print. Lex had looked younger then, and happier. Less tired, and less blind. He looked dapper in his dress shirt, tie, and white coat. Marcus shoved it in his pocket in case they needed it later; right now looking at it was only serving to piss him off.<br/><br/>Marcus followed Blue to a repurposed classroom. He couldn’t place exactly what made him realize that it was Lex’s office, but he could almost immediately recognize his brother’s decorating at hand. Posters - schematics and data sheets, mostly - dotted the walls, and there were crude drawings on the chalkboard. His brother hoarded books like a gremlin, and sure enough, there were stacks upon stacks of medical texts and journals on the floor. Some of them stood nearly as tall as Marcus.<br/><br/>He was quiet as he made his way to Lex’s desk, hands shuffling around some papers on his desk. After some rearranging, he found a journal. It looked like it had been the most recent that Lex had kept. Marcus flipped through it until he found the last few pages of notes. He wrote in shorthand, and his handwriting as a doctor was typically atrocious, but Marcus managed to make sense of some of what Lex was describing. The last of his notes had been on organ regeneration, mostly. How to force the human body to regenerate itself when damaged. He mentioned synthesized t-cells, and polymers that were made by elite teams of chemists. Marcus’ stomach sank as he read. His brother was working to create monsters and could still live with himself.