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After much consideration and thought, he came to the logical conclusion that the name he used to have simply didn't fit him, not anymore, or at least until he deserved it once again. Because he did remember it, sure he did, but it wasn't his, or at least he didn't feel like it really was.

He could recall most of his deeds in the last years, although it all felt like a dream, and he had came to the quiet conclusion that most of the stuff he'd done, he hadn't done it with his human mind. Thanks to that introspection, some part of him knew nothing was ultimately his fault and that yes, as an evo he certainly hadn't been the best persona.

-even though the more he remembered, the more he just wanted to burn the ukranian government and Providence with fire- how could they? How could they give up on them?- But he was cured, wasn't he? He shouldn't be angry, not anymore, not when having the sneaking suspicion that that brat, Rex, had something to do with it, which turned his once murderous thoughts into a passive feeling of gratitude-

And so, with hands full of time and a new goal in mind, the no-longer Noface became nameless. After all, he rightfully thought that looking for an alternate name would be much easier than finding a new face, no that he'd looked for one when he was an evo, mind you.

As nameless as he was, he still went to his old apartment, or what was left of it, and took some papers from his past; his old ID, secondary education and colleague degrees. Because, as much as he wanted to start travelling and he didn't feel connected to his name, he perfectly knew he would have to find some kind of work on the way.

And that's how, with determination, different perspectives, a few papers and some stolen cash, the now nameless character started his epic journey of self-discovery and adventure into a world he thought he'd never again belong to.

While, on the other hand, he could finally get away from that nightmarish city which had been his insane prison for years.

Going away from the city inside one of the busses which had started to circulate between cured-cities, he looked through the window one last time before a genuine smile covered his face.

He promised to never put a foot inside that place again.

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So... yeah, I hate inspiration, it uses me but after some time it forgets about my existence, ah! whatever.

Hope you guys like it, ideas are welcome because this surelly doesn't have a real plot behind ;)