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An Intermission (Part 1)

When he spoke of his friend, the faintest of lights would glitter in his eyes, and he slowly came to life like the melting snow bringing in the spring. In these moments, when his heart was light and his voice echoed with laughter, he told of his dearest memories. Their promises, their names. In theses moments, he felt the most alive. The most afraid. Soon, as surely as spring came, the snow would fall again like night conquering the day. Still, he couldn't resist when Regis came, curious and unwilling to ask and so much like him. So when the child finally did say what was on his mind, the question pierced him.

It was innocent enough. The mind control. How did he resist? The answer, also innocent. Practice.

Then Regis met his eyes with an expression that froze him. "Who did you practice with?"

"My friend, an experiment like me." It was vague and unyielding, but he was too close to the truth.

"If your heart is that of a werewolf..."

"Yes." M-21 whispered as the chills of winter set in. "His ability is that of a noble." And he closed his eyes, wishing the next words never came.

"Do you think he could be tied to my father?"

"I can't say."