Suddenly the door opened and again... Rex was impressed that the one table he seemed to always sit at already had that infamous coffee, piping hot, ready for him to drink. He shook his head as he wondered if all along he was taking some invisible being's coffee, yet no, even the cup seemed to fit perfectly in his large hand.<br/>But sitting down, he winced in slight pain. A small wound, nothing more. Carelessness! Each wound received over the years was a reminder to always be focused. Even in moments when memories lead to confusion, when he hears that flapping of pages as his mind fills with more and more brush-strokes that are the images he long forgot, keep aware!<br/>Also, remain the stone you have been forced to become, he reminded himself. Friends, family... there is no room for them. They can only bring weakness.<br/>In a swift move, he sat across from Aoi. "I told you I'd return", with a smile holding back the pain from the sudden movement." Taking another drink, "I'm not the same person you remember. When I left... I did so with one thought on my mind. Revenge! Our old fighting trainer guided me towards people that could help me get closer to achieving this goal."<br/>Looking around, Rex slowly lifted his sleeve... revealing a crimson design on his forearm. "Have you ever seen one of these? It is the final... ritual in what I changed into." In a lower voice, as the marking became hidden once again, "I am a commander in the League of Assassins."