"I would think by now I have recalled everything for you I can, Dr. Kirby," Mesogog said, humming almost pleasantly to the chubby psychologist on the other side of the bars. He liked this doctor. He knew it was the man's job to listen and help when he could, but he did not get the sense this man was not looking at him like a specimen and Mesogog appreciated that.

"I understand that, but we are talking more about your feelings moving forward, sometimes we have to recollect things a few times," Dr. Kirby responded, smiling back.

"I am glad though, you were the doctor scheduled today, not the one who helps with my physical. He would be quite mad I did not take it easy eating today."

Dr. Kirby allowed himself to chuckle, "Well, I am glad you did eat, your mood is the best I have ever seen it in here. At no point today were you short with me, which is quite the achievement. Only took you a few weeks."

"Well, this illness has been stubborn. I have not eaten this well in a long time," Mesogog yawned and leaned his back against his cot, "I am becoming more active…and beginning to get supremely…bored sitting in here. I need something to do, Doctor. Something that will engage me."

"Best I pass this along to Anton now then? Hrm? Get you fit for work?"

"Ah, I would like that very much," Mesogog growled in contentment, "I believe our hour is up, Doctor Kirby. Time we bid adieu?"

"Until next week," and the doctor left.

Mesogog shut his eyes and breathed deep. Progress. The cell was truly starting to bore him. It would be good to move once more. Doctor Kirby's peaceful encouragement bolstered him. He wondered how Anton had been able to foster a friendship with such a kind man. Mesogog also wasn't entirely certain Anton had any other friends besides Tommy before meeting the psychologist. He wondered further…did Tommy know? He had a feeling he didn't. Mesogog wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

He fell asleep again but not a noise but a scent woke him up. He did not need to roll over in his cot to know who it was.

"Elsa…hello," he said, his muscles growing stiff. He rose and walked about to face her. He feared her. Elsa stood on the other side of the bars, two guards at her sides. She didn't need them, she knew. Mesogog lived or died at her whim, a weapon was partially concealed beneath her jacket. He had not seen her since he had been taken into custody.

"What brings you here? What can I do for you?" Mesogog asked tentatively. Elsa remained silent, a small smirk on her face. The silence from her maddened the creature, he was so used to her responding quick wittedly.

"Just taking a bit of pleasure seeing you locked up like this," she finally admitted. Mesogog began to pace, slowly.

"So…how do you like the set up?" She asked. Mesogog did not meet her gaze.

"It is adequate," he rumbled, tapping his claws on the steel bars.

"Not my finest I know but…you're taking up space in the lab I designed. We weren't exactly expecting prisoners," Elsa quipped. Mesogog eyed her closely.

"Just think what I could have done if you hadn't wiped my mind like you did," Elsa grinned. Mesogog remained quiet. He couldn't tell if she was trying to bait him or not. A few revelations had come to him in his new home. A lot about Elsa had been hidden from him, and rather successfully too. She was a mastermind in her own right.

"We did a great many things…and many great things…" Mesogog said wistfully.

"I'll admit we had our moments," Elsa responded in kind.

"Regardless, in the long run, you are a far better fit for Anton, someone needs to keep the fool in line," Mesogog managed somewhat of a smile to her. Elsa nodded in agreement.

"I try not to fault a man for his ideals…"

"Elsa, you know as well as I if that man tried to work just via good intentions he would be lost. I am living proof of that…" Mesogog sighed. Elsa's face grew stony once more.

"Well, at that, I'll leave you be." The woman turned the guards stepping aside as she passed.

"Oh, Mesogog…" she said, turning briefly to look at him, "I fault you for your treatment of me. But I will thank you only this once, and only this once, for some of the sights you showed me."

"Ah, will you and Anton honeymoon on Draxion 4 then?" he allowed the humor to slip back into his voice. A small smile curled at the corner of Elsa's face.

"Magmalor I don't think would be pleased, you know his thoughts on Anton," She turned and now left. Mesogog felt some of the fear lift. His chest untightened.

He would remember the night Anton and Elsa found him forever.

The gun had been against his forehead. He knew, he knew if Anton had not intervened he would be dead. Even as his general, even when she failed him, Elsa always followed through on promises. As he fell back to sleep he mused, "She would have made an excellent queen."

"The lab techs are nervous, Doctor Kirby," Anton said, watching Mesogog through the glass. The monster was keeping to himself and the others were giving him a wide berth.

"Do you expect him to fit in right away?" Dr. Kirby replied, looking at Anton crossly.

"You said he was making progress," Anton grumbled.

"And progress he has made! He looks far more comfortable in the lab than I thought he would. He is new to the rest of the team as well, they're the other part of this battle," Doctor Kirby huffed, walking up and standing next to Anton. The psychologist was shorter than Anton by a considerable margin, but he was far from intimidated but the taller man. He had worked for him, and Maxwell, Anton's father. He knew everything there was to know about the Mercers.

Anton had been a special case those years ago, talking about the times of blackness and not knowing where he would be when he woke up. He had told Anton he had an alter, a different him. Anton insisted it was impossible. The real reason was beyond Doctor Kirby's wildest imagination.

"This is Mesogog, Doctor," Anton had announced. Doctor Kirby had approached the bars; the monster sitting on the bed slowly raised his head and had growled at him. Scared, he found out later on, but it disconcerted the doctor none the less. Anton had requested that Kirby fix him. And fix him, the doctor was trying to do.

And now, Anton glared down at the doctor.

"I don't do miracles. I'm fixing him how I can, Anton. I do get the distinctive feeling you don't know what to do with him," Kirby said.

"You can leave now doctor…I'm not here for a counseling session…" Anton snapped, turning his back and walking away.

"Just answer my question, he won't know the answer, I am not about to tell him," Kirby followed him closely. Anton sighed.

"I don't know…I think some day I might let him out but…I let him live not knowing what to do next. But what I do know is he belongs here, with me. It is safest for him here. The world isn't ready for him and he isn't ready for the world. I don't know if he ever will be." Anton replied.

"Well, we won't know until we try. Have some faith in him. I know I do," The psychologist favored Anton with a smile.