Duos considered Simon's words... He thought long and hard on them...<i>"Someone, put this in me... For a, reason..." </i>Slowly panning his eyes across the wall, taking it all in as much as he could.<i> "I want... It fixed, to serve me... Not them..."</i>he then turned to the doctor.<i> "My first, memory, was being hit... With an E.M.P." </i>Stopping a moment to gauge the man's reaction, and assuming he did not understand,<i>"Electro, magnetic, pulse mine... It disrupts, and damages, electronics..."</i>Slowly tapping his head with a gloved hand, while moving in that ghost like fashion to close the distance, standing on the other side from the desk.<br/><br/><i>"They, made me this... For a reason..."</i>And for the first time, emotion filtered into his voice, giving light to the contortion of features on his masked face. And it was not joy, was not thoughtfullness... He was angry, mind a tempest of wonderment and fury and hate.<i>"Let us... Learn what, I can do..."</i>Cloaks being pulled off one after another.<i>"Care, for a late night, 'cut'?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>