He watched her as she sat, still and solemn, looking so small and lost in the corner of her cell. Nothing remained of the fiery young Scot he so vividly remembered from his years at Virtual High; the girl who had constantly skipped class, smoked in the halls, and spoken back to teachers, insistent on causing as much trouble as possible whenever she got the chance.

He wouldn't have dared to admit it then, but he had actually liked it. It had given her character and individuality, something that he had always been too much of a coward to show himself.

He hadn't immediately realized that it was her. Not until he'd brought each of the rebels in to be interrogated, one by one. As soon as he caught sight of her grief stricken face, hidden beneath a mass of matted, blond, rubbish filled hair he felt a sharp pang to his chest. It was times like this that confirmed his choice of eyewear to be accurate; he felt sudden relief that his expression was hidden behind dark glasses.

He couldn't stand to see her like this, yet even in this state he found that he couldn't stop watching her.

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