The longer the conversation went on, the more he wished he didn't know what was going on. He wished he knew nothing. Keith wished that this was just another night terror, and that he'd just wake up in a cold sweat in his bed, or on the floor, or hell, even in class. Once he knew Alex and Marcus were gone he began to hyperventilate. His chest was seizing up, he was in a cold sweat, but he knew he was awake. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to go through the process to force composure on himself and wall in his stubborn emotions. This was unacceptable, he was trying to prove she couldn't break him and he was on the verge of tears. If she had seen him right then, she would have been laughing in victory. It killed him, how could he be so stupid? How could he let himself fall for her, she even told him she would hurt him. He thought about his own words, how she could use him. His face slowly became like stone and he rose like a machine. He had locked him emotions back up, bottling everything and looking to Erika.<br/><br/>"I want to break Alexandria. I want Alex to myself, but the person she pretends to be needs to go. I know that's not the real her, so how do I get the real Alex Luckett?" His voice, his form, everything about him was like polished steel