A/N: This is my first time writing from Warner's perspective! This was written completely selfishly, I needed more Warner AND someone really needed to punch Adam. Thanks to sweetwaterspice for her help with Warner's perspective!

Finally, the moment I had anticipated ever since I stumbled across a file with her name on it months ago. The moment I could finally see Juliette's potential. Dinner in a room full of soldiers was a test, a perfect opportunity for her to strike out. The uncertainty of not knowing whether or not I would live or die made my blood race with hope. But nothing had happened. To my disappointment, she had shown up in the same filthy clothes she'd worn living like an animal in that dungeon and complained about eating. Even worse than her scoffing at every attempt I made to make her happy, I could feel it, her attention constantly on Kent.

"I'd really rather die than eat your food and listen to you call me love."

And I could tell she was telling the truth. Apparently, so could Kent. He had been so startled that for a split second, I saw the emotion behind the mask he usually wore on his face.

The way she looked at him, like he was her lifeline, the anchor tethering her to the ground. He succeeded in getting her to eat when I had failed. It was like they had some sort of secret connection.

It made me unbelievably furious.

She listened to him. She was… worried… about him.

She was fond of him. The realization hit me to the core. Her pained eyes…she wanted not to believe he had betrayed her. She wanted to believe he was a…friend. I felt a knot in my stomach. What was happening to me? Perhaps this anxiety simply reflected my desire to keep her safe from their influence so she could help me achieve my goal.

Clenching my fists beneath the table, I formed a plan. To keep the soldiers away from her. To keep her to myself.

I needed to use this betrayal, this anger . I needed to see her power for myself. Every cell in my body was aching to feel the pain she could inflict. Her hatred was welcomed, expected. No one hated me more than I hated myself. If I was unable to help my mother, the least I could do is know what it was like to suffer like her.

But no, she wouldn't touch me. The monster I had expected was instead a helpless puppy or a docile lamb, afraid of her own gift.

Jenkins had been my attempt at an alternative. Perhaps it would be even better to observe her reaction than experience her force. And it was satisfying. I could feel the rush of adrenaline, the enjoyment she felt as she sucked away his life. Yet when she severed the connection, nothing but pain, unadulterated pain. How interesting. For a person's entire existence to be nothing more than a means to cause pain, and to kill. For her entire being to scream from the satisfaction of the kill. Yet she is surprisingly in control. She has kept her humanity, her empathy.

I needed to reign her in. She lacked focus, choosing to dwell on trivial details of her new life instead of the bigger picture– meting out justice, using her anger against all of those who had harmed her.

At least I had succeeded on one count. Immediately after walking out of my bedroom, where Juliette was sleeping, I could feel the air had become thick with terror, radiating from the soldiers around me. Terror of Juliette. Of me for bringing her here. None of them were even going to risk acknowledging her, much less be stupid enough to touch her from now on.

Except for one.

As I walked towards him, I knew brainless Kent wasn't terrified. He stood there like a mannequin as blank and emotionless as ever

This wouldn't do. But, then again, maybe it would.

Suppressing a smile, I realized the way to control Juliette and keep Kent away was quite obvious.

This I could enjoy.

"Kent," I called, not looking to him.

He stepped away from the wall, saluting. "Yes, sir!"

Over my shoulder, I motioned for him to follow me.

We walked into an interrogation room and I motioned for the two soldiers guarding outside to accompany us inside. I turned around to all three soldiers at attention.

"Kent, is there something you need to tell me?" I said dryly. What had he done, to have such an effect on her so quickly?

A flash of confusion crossed his eyes. "No, sir."

I punched him soundly in the gut.

He gasped, took a step back and curled over slightly before again standing at attention.

From the moment I had stepped foot into Juliette's cell, I had seen it. Her feelings for Kent had been clear with the depth of betrayal she had shown upon finding out he was a soldier. I don't understand what could have possibly occurred in that cell to make her so fond of him, he was such a brainless, empty meathead. All brawn and no brain. I had been watching the cameras constantly, trying to understand her better. But she had hardly spoken with him. Assigning him to guard her had been designed to capitalize on these feelings, make her uncomfortable, angry, unpredictable. But their interaction at dinner had cemented my feelings of disgust for Kent.

I stepped closer. "Juliette," I reveled at the way her name felt in my mouth, "Seems rather… attached to you. She's an amazing creature, isn't she?"

Kent stood frozen, completely void of emotion. When he made no attempt to respond, I continued, scrutinizing him. "I watched the tapes, she hardly seemed to care whether you were there. Is there something I have missed?"

"No, sir. My attempts at communicating with her failed. "

I punched his shoulder, angry at the fact that my attempts to reach her had also failed. "And did she recognize you?" I asked before he had regained his composure.

"I do not believe so, sir," he said, without an ounce of anxiety or deception. If he was lying, he was incredibly good at it.

Another fist to his side. He coughed several times. The two soldiers beside him had inched away from him without me noticing, eager to distance themselves from the punishment.

I caught myself pacing in front of him, trying to unravel the puzzle that was Juliette. I could feel the frustration building in every cell of my body, begging for release. A deep breath centered me, reminded me that I could not become the person my father wanted me to be.

"Tonight you saw her true power. Are you concerned about your ongoing assignment with her?"

"No, sir."

Shocked, I pause. The other two soldiers are horrified at the mere thought of even being near Juliette. What is so different about this one? "Please, regale me with your reasoning."

"I…" he stumbled, looking away from me. "I do not believe she would intentionally harm me. Sir."

I punch him hard in the kidney. He drops to his knees, wheezing. "Again, I must ask, why would she care? You betrayed her. What is your hold on her?" I need to know. I have to know. He is still gasping as I walk behind him and kick him once.

Rage is filling me at the thought of his gloved hand on her back, ushering her to the dinner table. Her wide eyes looking at him. I kicked him again and he grunted, a fist falling to the floor to support him.

"Sir," he panted, "There is nothing. Nothing I am not telling you."

I don't tell him I believe him.

"I only…" he is struggling to rise. "I only meant I don't think she intends to hurt anyone, which is why I am not afraid."

"You should be!" I roar, punching him down to his knees. I stooped down, looking him in the eye with derision. "Everyone else in this building is terrified of her. One touch and she could kill any one of you."

Frustrated and exhausted at the effort, I sit on an empty chair. I motion to the two soldiers flanking Kent. "Please," I sigh, exasperated. "Continue. Private Kent apparently needs to be reminded what pain feels like."

Closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead, I hear the two soldiers continue to beat Kent, him grunting in pain. Torture is not something I usually enjoy. But Juliette has broken something in me with her arrival and I feel crazed. I take a few deep breaths, building walls in my mind, remembering that this has a larger purpose.

"Enough." I open my eyes. Kent is kneeling on the floor, clutching his ribs, coughing up blood. I walk up to him and yank him to his feet, glaring in his eyes. "Now you will go back to your quarters and clean yourself up. In the morning, I expect you to be waiting at Juliette's door. You will continue to guard her," I clutch his shirt, pulling him closer to my face. "You will not, however, acknowledge her or speak to her without my distinct permission. I will be watching your interactions in her room, I expect you to do nothing more than ensure her safety." I let go and he stumbles backwards. "Seeing you like this will ensure her cooperation," I seethe from clenched teeth, wishing it was not true. "If it does not, or if I have any indication you have interacted with her outside of my terms, I will not hesitate to dispose of you. Is that understood, Private?"

"Yes, sir," he grunts.

And I walk out the door.