Dreamer met Maeve's troubled eyes without flinching.  Who was he?  -what- was he?  He'd been expecting questions along that line.  For the first time since he'd awakened from his slumber he was ready to answer her without lying.<br/><br/>"Your friend," he said first.  "First and foremost, your friend.  A man who desperately needed help when... when I was found, and you gave me that, and more."  He was hesitant about mentioning Lakran, the one that had found him.  "But... Maeve... I don't know how much you were able to hear, back in your rooms... though I know you heard enough..." he looked away for a moment.  He doubted he would ever forget the look of utter betrayal that had come to her ravaged face.  "What I said... about being a member of Shadow Ops?  It's true.  I -was- trained to infiltrate the furs and assassinate them.  I was given cybernetic enhancements that would give me a chance of succeeding."<br/><br/>He turned his gaze to his right arm.  With his left hand he reached up and parted the ravaged flesh there, and he leaned the arm closer to her.  She would see that under the muscle and blood there was a silvery-steel replica of a bone.  It wasn't perfect, but there was no mistaking it for a real arm under the thin layer of flesh.  "You saw, months and months ago, that I had a cybernetic arm.  You've seen what I can do with it."  He let go of the wound and touched his skin.  "My skin has been artificially armored... it's like I'm wearing a layer of stretchy steel... I don't know how else to explain it.  I was just a foot-soldier, not a tech... I couldn't tell you how most of my stuff works.  I just know how to use it."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and met her eyes again.  "I... needed to go to Hujiin... because that's where I was based, before I went under."  He paused, trying to collect his thoughts, so that he could explain this to her properly.  "I... a long time agon, Maeve, humans lived in these lands... free humans.  And then the furs came along and declared us inferior, and decided to enslave us."  He shook his head.  "We resisted.  I was part of that resistance.  We used all kinds of technologies to fight.  But we were losing."  He swallowed.<br/><br/>He leaned back out of the car, putting his weight on his heels.  He felt like he needed some kind of space to say this.  "So... so our commanders decided to... put some warriors to sleep.  Infiltrators, like me.  They buried us in a bunker far out into the badlands, and we were put into stasis.  We were supposed to re-awaken some day and lead humanity into destroying the furs."  He looked down.  "I woke up not long ago.  I had almost all my memories.  I couldn't remember my name, but the device I'd been frozen in listed me as... Dreamer Seven."  He gave a small snort.<br/><br/>But then he met her eyes, letting her see the shame he was feeling.  "I intended to carry out my mission.  I was going to destroy the furs.  I hated furs, hated what they'd done to my family, and to me."  He closed his eyes but continued, his voice softening, "I left the bunker with some stuff that I figured wouldn't be a problem, were I discovered.  I headed toward Hujin to report, or to do whatever I had to.  But... I went too soon.  I'd just thawed out.  I caught a lot of sun..." he trailed off.<br/><br/>He met her eyes again, and there were tears in them this time.  "I lost my memories... and then you found me.  You saved me.  Made me a much better person, just by being so kind."  He looked down again.  "I don't want to destroy the furs anymore, Maeve.  I've seen that humans are just as bad.  I just want peace... peace between us all.  Equality."  He met her eyes one last time.  His eyes had to be as lost and confused as her own.  "Does that make me insane?"<br/><br/>----- ----- ----- -----<br/><br/>The guard sitting on the top of the wall waited paitiently for an opening as the rampaging Beartaur tore through his allies.  He was a bit curious to see whether his allies that had shot up on berserker juice could take the beast down, but at the same time, he was thinking of a promotion.  The Wolf Lady had seen enough trouble for one day with all the damn humans running around in the streets, and now with the fighting and fire on the roof and an invasion through the catacombs.  This one more assault had to be the last straw.  Surely she wouldn't mind if he used a little excessive force to stop this traitor to the furs... it would be nicely frightening to any humans that heard the news, and would keep any furry sympathisers carefully neutral.<br/><br/>The Lady, he thought with a sharp-toothed grin, probably wouldn't mind losing a few guards in the process.  In fact, she would probably be happy with the ruthlessness of the act.  She might even promote him for this, he thought, and he lined up Jania in the bazooka's sights.  He'd try to avoid blowing up his allies, but if they were too close to her, tough... his promotion was worth more than they were.<br/><br/>---Spokk!!---<br/><br/>All thoughts of a promotion vanished from his mind, as did all thoughts in general, as a powerful rifle slug tore through his brain and riccocheted off the bazooka on the other side of his skull.  His fingers gave a twitch, but not enough of one to pull the trigger, before he toppled over without uttering a sound.