It was long long ago that he felt not lonely, but he even didn't know how long he was there. He didn't felt the cold, he didn't felt the rats and he didn't felt the need for food. He was weapon XI, that was what he felt. Even if he didn't want to, how could he ignore it. His mouth was sewn up, he had blades in his arms and he could shoot lasers from his eyes. He was a weapon, but in his mind he remembered one other person. Who he would never let go of, because she was his heart and soul. And her name was, Lyana "elemental" Moontide.