Chapter Eleven: Reminiscences

Hey there guys, here is your eleventh chap and it's about both Aks's and Victor's reminiscences of their dark pasts. As we all know, Sabertooth and Wolverine are two different characters with two different stories in the comic world but Hollywood mixed-up both in Origins which was a great effort to present a whole new and sexyyy side of Victor Creed but they never explained the history of their relationship. So it's my attempt to connect these both awesome characters with a real and believable story that is quite similar to Origin comics.

And for all those who haven't read the comic version of Victor Creed, Holly Bright aka Holo down there is an actual mutant character in his storyline and I've always wondered why no one has ever used her in Creed's fanfictions.

No more yapping, just enjoy...

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Victor opened his eyes groggily and found Aks's side empty and cold. When the hell did she left the bed? For the very first time in his long life, Victor's sharp ears failed to notice a human's movements in the air. Not because something'd gone wrong with 'em but just because he didn't need to feel alert around her anymore. It didn't create any kind of suspicion in his brain and after taking care of his 'Need' every night, it was only her presence besides him that gave him a peaceful sleep that was even better than 'the glow' Birdy used to create for him.

All in all, Aks's presence didn't raise any kind of suspicion in his mind anymore.

Much to Sabertooth's disapproval, of course.

He slipped out of the bed, concentrating on her movements going on outside. She was watching something on a news channel with great interest and a large mug of coffee. He focused a little more. X-Men on the screen. Now that was something he would also like to watch.

She didn't hear him come out. Her eyes were still glued to TV. Victor looked at the screen. Runt on the News. He was getting discharged today. A relieved smile played on his lips.

"Why the hell did ya come out by yourself?" she snapped her head around as she heard his low growl. That good old dumb smile wished him good morning.

"I just woke up quite early and needed a hot mug of coffee but didn't want to spoil your sleep for it so, I had to come out." she hastily scooted over. He plunked down and pulled her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, to let him roam his claws through her hair, something they did whenever they wanted to spend a simply restful moment together.

"This Logan or.. 'Wolverine' guy, he's your brother, isn't he?" the claws stopped moving as she lifted her curious eyes and asked the million dollar question out of nowhere.

How the hell did she knew?!

"First, His name is James and I call him Jimmy so don't call him 'Logan' around me." the growl was louder this time. "And second.. How did ya find out?" the claws tightened into her hair.

She shrugged. "Well I remember your face when you heard the news about him being in coma a month ago. You seemed...really worried for him and today you're looking happy because he's out of the hospital now." she gave a 'smart-ass' smile.

"And you assumed he was my brother just over THAT?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Nope. I have other reasons, too. You are both ferals, you are both hot and you both have deep amber eyes." she winked.

"You think I'm hot huh?" he playfully clucked his tongue.

"Well I called him hot, too." she teased.

"Don't ever call him hot in front me again frail." he pinched her nipple lightly, making her whimper softly.

"By the way, what's wrong with his hair?" she asked flatly, tossing her head against the edge of the sofa.

"What're ya talkin' about?" he asked, amused.

"I'm talking about his.." she pointed both of her index fingers to each side of her head. "Horns."

Victor couldn't control it anymore. He barked out a loud laugh and Aks just watched her Mate laugh in a blissful silence. Seeing him grin so jubilantly on her jokes, it felt...good.

"It's his signature hairdo."

"Well he seriously needs to change it because it's not damn 70s anymore." she simply stated, amusing Creed even more. At least there is one girl in the world Runt's charm's not gonna work on.

"I'll tell Runt to change it when I meet him next time."

"Runt?"

"Yeah that's what I call him. He's only 5'2"."

"That's really mean, Mr. Creed."she gave angry pout but the way she drawled out 'Mr. Creed', it sent a sudden jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.

"So... Anything else that separates you two?"

"His goddamn human side. It always conquers over his animalistic one." he grumbled rolling his eyes.

"Now that's a very big difference. Now I can say you guys are two typically different and dysfunctional brothers."

"Well not so damn different, sweetheart." he growled. "We're both class fives, we both love Molson's and we both like our frails with big round asses." His leering grin coloured her cheeks cherry red.

She cleared her throat. "Well...if we are talking about the same taste in frails, have you guys ever...fallen for the same girl?" She asked with a wink.

His face suddenly turned stern and cold. Her playful question brought a painful memory back to his mind. A memory that'd once forced him to accept his animalistic side forever.

"Get up!" he spoke through clenched teeth.

"W-What's wrong Victor? I was just-"

"Have yer ears gone fucking deaf, frail?!" he roared as he grabbed both of her upper arms, scaring the shit out of her at the moment. "I said get up and go to the fucking kitchen, I want my breakfast on the table in next fifteen fucking minutes!" he pushed her away with that roar and stormed back to their room. That was the safest thing he could do to save the frail from Sabertooth's claws.

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"Where the hell are you, Sontag?!" Mystique snarled at her phone again. She'd been trying to call Arclight for the past one damned week but only 'Not Reachable' message tinged from the other line every time. She'd been dying to the news of Victor's death from Philippa's mouth since she confirmed Victor Creed's return from the hell on her last call.

"Looking eager to hear that your old lover is finally dead, hm?" Azazel grunted from behind.

"What the hell are ya talking about, devil tail?" Mystique hissed as she turned around.

Azazel smirked for a second and suddenly, stood before Mystique in a damned blink. "All I'm trying to say," his arms unexpectedly tightened around her blue scaly waist. "You still seem regretful about what you did to that animal. Although you sent Arclight on the mission to send him back to hell but do you really wish to see him dead, my love?"

She pushed him away angrily. "I don't think I need to answer to such a foolish question when I know what's going to happen if he comes back for his revenge and by the way, what are you even doing here? You should be following Magneto around right now, like a damn pet that you are."

"Watch that bloody mouth of yours, woman!" he roared.

"Oh please...don't give me those red jealous eyes, devil tail, they ain't gonna scare one bit outta me and if you really ask me, my relationship with Sabertooth was a whole lot better than mine with you. You just used me to make me pregnant with your goddamn Neyaphemian child and then left us fuckin' alone!"

Azazel gritted his teeth. "I've told you already, that was to protect you and my offspring from my enemies but what did you do after that? Tossed my child down a darned revine? I was the one who saved him!"

"Yeah, right." she rolled her eyes. "But what for? To sacrifice him, along with all other children of yours so you can bring your fuckin' demonic army to the earth but unfortunately," she smirked cynically. "Your own son and his goddamn X-Buddies destroyed your lovely plan. You should be thankful to ME to save your ass from SHIELD's custody after that."

"You know I am. That's why I'm here to help you create your feral army. Once it's ready, I'm going to call my army of dark spirits from my dimension to possess your soldiers and make the strongest immortal legion on the entire earth."

That's the plan." Mystique crossed her arms and strolled to the nearby window. "Once I get it, I'm going to kick Erik out of my way and become the new leader of Brotherhood and the biggest invincible army in the world."

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"No! You cannot leave me!" Victor roared.

"P-Please Vic, I-I've to go..." tears were streaming down her beautiful face.

"No you cannot! You've promised me! You've promised to come with me, to spend the life you've just shown me...please...just don't go!" tears were burning the corners of his eyes. His arms tightened around him.

"Y-You know I want to," she coughed up more blood. "But this body won't.." her last few breath fluttering in her throat.

"Just remember one thing, Victor...the good life I-i've just shown you...It's as real as you make it and..." she gripped his hand firmly and took one last inhale. "I-I love you Victor." with those final words, Her breaths were gone. Forever.

"No! No! NO! ! ! !"

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"HOLLLYYY!" he roared awake, panting hard, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of his eyes and the biggest shit this time, his clawed fingers were dangerously wrapped around the wrist of the human girl. His suffocated groans'd startled her awake. She tried to wake him up before he grabbed his wrist and prodded his angry claws into the delicate skin. She struggled so hard to break free but he just didn't let go of her hand and suddenly, he shouted a name.

Holly!

Who is she?

He released her hand immediately as he realised his grasp around her wrist. He ran a hand down his face and sighed. The frail had seen this weak pathetic side of his tonight. The side who had no control over his fucking nightmares. He'd almost subdued them but her goddamn question from the morning brought them back.

"A-Are you ok, Victor?" she asked shakily, rubbing the bloody pricks. He could smell a sharp ting of fear mixed with concern for him in her words. It pissed him off even more. His Mate's care seemed like pity to him at the moment.

"Don't need your worry, frail, I'm fine." he snarled and shot out of the bed. The atmosphere of the room was suffocating him. He hurried out and snatched a beer out of the fridge. He flopped onto the couch and replayed the entire dream in his mind with a sharp swig of bear again. Holly. After such a long time. Her beautiful face was still spinning in front of his eyes and her last words from the night when he...lost her forever, they were still echoing in his mind and making him angry at himself.

"You know, I'd read somewhere on net a few days ago," Aks's serene voice snapped him out of his painful reminiscences. "We could stop nightmares for good if we talked about the reason behind them with someone. It removes...a strange burden from the heart. So...you can talk to me about it if you want." she tried to sound normal as she was always around him.

"Oh really?" Victor scoffed. "You, are talkin' about discussin' fuckin' nightmares who never bothered ta tell me the reason behind her bad dream four week ago." his acidic words hurt her. The words she was about to say in her defense dissolve in her throat before they could come out. He was right. She'd really never tried to tell him about that dark part of her life and maybe, she was still not ready for it. she just let out a sigh and turned around to go back to the bedroom.

"Stupid frail, wants me ta talk about my fuckin' bad dreams with her, like it's really gonna help." he grumbled. He was angry at her, for asking that dumb question and bringing these goddamn nightmares back and mainly, trying to be helpful even after he scared the shit outta her so bad.

"I was eight...when my parents died in a bomb blast." he looked over his shoulder. She was back again and this time, she had a 'reason' to tell.

"My parents decided to settle down in New York after five months of my birth and I was eight when..." a sharp pain shadowed her face as she dove into the ocean of the darkest memories of her life.

"There was a cartoon series, The Powerpuff Girls...I was a huge fan of it. There was an event being organized to celebrate its last season. My friends and I'd been making plans to go there for the last one month but my dad's business dinner clashed with it at the final time. I was so angry with him that I didn't even talk to him all day..." tears formed in her big brown eyes. "And before going to party, my parents talked to me last time, asked me how they could make it up for me. As a hard punishment, I told them to bring me a big Buttercup doll from the event on their way back home. They stopped outside the event after their dinner. Dad had no idea about the doll so mom also had to go with him and just then..." her throat turned husky as tears started burning her eyes.

"It was a horrible blast, more than a hundred people were killed and over two hundred got severely injured and...I lost my family in it forever." Creed remembered the blast and he also knew who was behind it. His fucking son!

"After one week's intense investigation, cops finally revealed the faces of bombers. They were related to some anti-mutant terrorist group named Friends of Humanity and the reason behind the blast was a goddamn pathetic one. They did it just because the organizers of the event had invited a group of mutant kids from Charles Xavier's School. They took so many lives, destroyed so many houses, snatched my parents, my childhood, my everything away just for their foolish hatred towards mutants and felt no fucking guilt over that!" her every word coming out of her mouth was loud and filled with fury and disgust for those assholes. Even his jaw tightened thinking about such a cowardly act of his son's brainwashed followers.

One day he's going to make them all pay for destroying his Mate's childhood.

Victor was waiting for her breaking point. The moment when she'd finally break down and burst into tears but for some reason, that moment never came. She was sharing the most painful part of her memories with him but was still trying to hold her tears back. Something he'd never seen in a human frail before and somehow, it made him proud of his Mate.

"I felt disappointed when they were given the death penalty because in the eyes of a girl who lost her everything because of those bastards, it was a very small punishment. They, their organization and their goddamn mutant hating thinking, they all deserve to be burned in hell!" her chest was heaving rapidly and tears were burning her eyes but she was still holding herself together, trying not to show her emotionally frail side to him, just like him.

"Why are you tellin' me all this?" he finally asked.

"Because that's the reason behind my nightmares, Victor. Whenever I think about that night, those terrifying dreams come back and...hold me responsible for the death of my parents."

"You?"

"Yeah. Me. Because I was the one who sent 'em to that fucking show." she sighed.

"Bullshit. Ya were just a child. Ya did nothing wrong."

"That's what I try to tell myself every time but it doesn't lessen that damn guilt that if I wasn't so angry at my parents that night, they would be alive today and...i would not lose my family." she couldn't control it anymore. A couple tears streaked down her cheeks. Victor wanted to surge up and wipe them off her beautiful face but it was the pain she'd bottled up inside her so long, it needed to get out.

"After their deaths, I came back to India to live with my granny, uncle Raj and aunt Kiran. My nightmares were at the peak for the first one month of the incident but soon my granny taught me to suppress then. She always used to say one thing...

Running away is no solution. Face your fear and overcome it.

I followed her advice and soon the horrible dreams lessened to only once in a month and almost stopped within next four months. I've followed the same advice till this day and never run from anything or anyone, not even if it is 6'4" tall big scary dude named Sabertooth!" she gave a faded smile Victor was glad to see on her saddened face, now he finally knew the reason behind her not fearing him.

"I've never told anyone about it before because it's like a dark and afflictive secret of my life. But I told you because I want to add something to our feral bond to make it even stronger- Mates never hide anything from each other." she finished her line and looked to him, like she was expecting him to open his heart to her now but no such a response.

"Good Night Victor." she let out a cold sigh and turned for bedroom, leaving Creed with his deep thoughts.

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Damn this frail! Why the hell did she have to spill her guts to him? Now he was feeling divided about opening himself to her or not. The poor frail had no idea what she was eager to know. His past was much darker and more horrific than hers. But on the other hand, she was his Mate and deserved to know everything about him, no matter what she thought about him after knowing it.

He came back to the room. She'd fallen asleep. How the hell could she sleep so peacefully after creating a turmoil inside him? He needed to tell her, he needed to tell her everything...

He sat on his side and leaned his head back against the headboard.

"I was five...when my mutation manifested." his cold voice woke her. She rolled to face him. His serene face had a lot to tell. She sat up without a word and let him wrap his arm around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulder as he continued.

"It was spring and my brother Luther was continuously teasing me over a piece of pie on his birthday. I was so angry at him. He was making fun of my frail tears. I don't know when it started but suddenly, I felt my nail beds and canines burning. Luther was still lording me and I just...could not control it anymore, I unexpectedly attacked him like a lion, clawing at his chest again and again. I stopped only when my brother collapsed to the ground with a loud scream and I found my quivering hands...and my newly born claws covered in his blood. My Ma screamed in horror as she saw me crouch over my brother's bloody dead body, holding the same fuckin' pie.

From then on, I was chained in that pitch black cellar of our house. My alcoholic father used to come down every night, to rip out my 'devil teeth' and 'devil nails', the fucking titles he'd given my fangs and claws. I cried, screamed, pleaded with him to stop but he just laughed and spat at me. My Ma was scared of him. She never showed the courage to stop him but after he drifted off to sleep, she came down every night, to hear me a story so I could forget the horrible pain for a while and sleep. I never needed the story, I just needed her to keep all those nightmares away that surrounded me in the middle of every night in that pitch dark." Now Aks finally knew why he forced her to sleep with him after her bad dream.

"But soon Pa found out about her daily secret visit into the cellar and beat us both to damn pulp. I usually got just raw rabbits once a day but this time he gave me nothing to eat for the next twelve fucking days as a fuckin' addition to my punishment. When it was finally unbearable, I gnawed my hand out of chains and snuck out. The brightness of the room was killing my eyes. I just needed something to eat. My staggering feet led me to some loaves in the kitchen but as I come out of the kitchen, my father stormed in, swinging his axe. For the very first time in her life, my mother tried to save her son from that monster but he pushed her away and aimed his axe at me, to get rid of this 'spawn of the devil' forever. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the end. But all of sudden, myMa shot up and came between me...and the axe thrown at me to finish me off." she lifted her eyes and looked at him. a couple of small tears were sitting in the corners of his eyes.

He continued in a throaty tone. "She took the fucking aim at herself just to save me. It shook me to the core and filled me with a huge amount of disgust and hate for my father. I wanted to kill that bastard. I attacked him with my claws but he was too strong. He pushed me hard against the wall and I passed out. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a carriage. My father left the village immediately after murdering my mother to avoid getting caught and fled us both to Calgary, where he started working as a groundskeeper for the Howlett estate and changed his name from Zebadiah Creed to Thomas Logan. and gave me a new name, too...Dog Logan." His jaw tightened as he recalled that pathetic identity.

"After spendin' three damn years in that pitch dark hell, I finally hoped that my new life would bring me some better days but No. Thankfully, there was no cellar in our room but my father still beat the hell outta me whenever the alcohol reached his goddamn head. That bastard even forbade me to smile in mansion so they couldn't see my fangs. The crazy wife of Mansion's owner, Mistress Elizabeth Howlett, I smelled her interest in my father. After a few nights, she started sneaking into our room, to let my father fuck her brains out every night after he kicked me out for hours. The result came out nine months later, as a son...and my brother, James Howlett. Master John Howlett Sr. was unable to father a child himself so he kept his mouth shut.

In course of time, Jimmy and I became friends but I never tried to tell him the truth of his relation with me due to fear of Thomas. Jimmy was always a sick child and had no one else to play with except me so Master Howlett brought an orphaned girl named Rose for the little Jimmy but that monster didn't even leave the poor little girl. One day Jimmy and I heard someone's muffled screams coming from behind the mansion, when we reached there, we found Thomas trying to rape Rose. Jimmy reported the entire incident to his father and he ordered Thomas to leave the estate immediately.

I was happiest to hear it, I was finally going to get rid of that monster but the night he was about to leave, he snuck into Mrs. Howlett's bedroom when I and Master Howlett were with Jimmy. My ears caught him trying to persuade Jimmy's mother to elope with him. Master Howlett rushed out of the room to stop him as he heard the loud exchange between Thomas and his wife. Jimmy and I were left alone and suddenly, we heard a gunshot. We both ran out of the room and Jimmy fell stunned to see his father's lifeless body lying on the floor, shot by Logan. The horror of his father's death caused Jimmy's powers to finally come out. His first weapons, the bone claws prodded out, shocking all of us. In rage of Retribution, he killed Thomas right in front of my and his mother's eyes."

he let out a deep sigh and continued. "Jimmy came to his senses when a whimpering Logan stroked his head and told him the biggest secret of his life...that he was James's real father. The shocking truth traumatized little Jimmy's innocent brain but in stead of taking her son in her arms and wiping his tears, Elizabeth's eyes were filled with horror and disgust for his son. It jounced Jimmy to the core and forced him to run away from the mansion but I just froze there, stunned by whatever the hell just happened. To my biggest surprise, that crazy whore of a mother, she cradled the body of that asshole Logan rather than her own husband and cried for him. The horrifying death of her lover in front of her eyes made her lose control from her remaining sanity. She suddenly picked up Thomas's gun and shot herself. Third death in same night. It terrified me. I just wanted to get out of that fucking place but just as I spun to escape, I heard a weak groan from behind. I turned around and to my biggest horror, my father, Logan, he was alive and...the six holes Jimmy's claws had just given him were healing, just like me but at a very slow pace and for the very first time I realized my father was also a goddamn low level feral!"

His words abruptly turned wrathful. "Just because he could hide his fangs and claws among humans but I couldn't, he treated me like a damn dog for the past ten fucking years of my life. It kindled a fire of rage inside me and without realizing what I was doing, I just pounced at my father on all fours like an animal and ripped his fuckin' head off!"

his stormy words paused abruptly and a strange silence filled the air between them. She lifted her head and looked at him. He'd turned his head away so she couldn't see the face of a monster who killed his own father. Aks calmy stroked his furry cheek and turned his face to her. He finally looked at her. Even after knowing his most horrifying secret, there was just a blankness on her face. What is it? Victor needed to know. He can handle fear but if it is pity for him, then it would be the last fucking day of frail's life because Victor Sabertooth Creed didn't need anyone's fucking pity!

"You did nothing wrong." she finally said, boring her eyes into his.

Those four words said everything he wanted to hear from his Mate. A short smile touched his lips as he pulled her even closer and continued the story.

"It took me just few seconds to come back to my senses. I grabbed my head when I realised what I'd just done. I wiped the blood off my hands and spun around to escape promptly but caught rose witnessing the whole incident through the slightly ajar door of her room. I hurried to her and threatened her not to tell anyone anything about it or she wouldn't be alive to see the next day. She nodded timidly and I rushed out of the mansion. I chased my panic-stricken brother at all fours. When I finally got to him, I tried to assure him that he was not alone in this. I still remember my words from that night...

We are brothers, and brothers protect each other.

"We ran away, looking for a new life for both of us. Jimmy was my responsibility now. I tried to raise him as well as I could. I fed him, clothed him, protected him and finally, taught him how to use our instincts in a fight because that's what an animal like me does best."

"Did you ever...tell him it was actually you, who'd killed your father?"

"I wanted to every day, but Sabertooth didn't let me. He wanted Jimmy to live in self-loathing every day that he'd killed his own father with his own hands. It was a punishment for him, for having a better childhood than Victor Creed while they were seeds of the same man." he released a deep sigh. Aks didn't want to ask anything else about it.

"We spent a long time in army and then CIA, SHIELD and mercenary business but Jimmy was now bored of fighting and shedding blood all the time. His human side was taking over his animal with each passing day and finally that day came when he decided to leave everything he'd ever known. Battles, bloodshed and me.

But we met again, after a long time but as enemies, and this time, his bone claws were coated with adamantium."

"Adamantium?"

"Yeah. the strongest metal in the world. It was fused onto his bone structure to make it indestructible. We fought like enemies at first but soon I helped him kill a bigger danger in front of us. I left from there after that and next time when I met him after many years, he couldn't recognized me because he'd lost his memory. Things got nastier and nastier between us in course of time and now the situation is such that we're more enemies than brothers."

He sighed and looked at her with a brief smirk. "That's my back story frail and don't even think about chatting it out with that bimbo of yers or i'll cut yer sweet tongue as punishment." his growly warning brought a smile to her lips.

"You know I won't. But I have a question to ask."

Victor's face turned stern again. He knows what her question was going to be about. Holly.

"I know what you want to ask. You want to know about Holly, the name I shouted in my dream."

"Victor I-"

"Before you get any more curious, Holly Bright aka Holo...she was a mutant and my...first Mate."

"F-First Mate?" a sharp tang of shock mixed with a slight bit of jealousy dissolved in her words.

"Yeah. She'd fought in my and Jimmy's team of rebel mutants against the anti-mutant forces within the government in 1987 when I met Jimmy after his memory loss. We both fell for her but she chose me over him. We were going to leave for Canada after the final conflict but I...lost her before that. That's all you need to know for now." he didn't want to recall all the painful memories related to her death that'd once changed him into a bloodthirsty animal.

"Um...thanks for letting me know about your...first Mate." she unsuccessfully tried to sound unaffected. "But that's not what I wanted to ask about."

"What? what is it then?"

"I just want to know how old you are."

"What?" a heavy surprise in his tone.

"Yeah. I've heard Ferals live quite long and your story, it sounds from some other century so I'm just curious to know your exact age." her innocent and somewhat, stupid question brought a smile to his face.

"Well I was born in 30."

"1930, right?"

"No, 1830."

She pulled away from him. Those widened eyes and hung open mouth really amused Victor.

"Holy Shit!" he chuckled.

"Oh mannn! That means you are..." she counted on fingers. "186 years old!"

"Damn right." her shocked face was very amusing to him right now.

"Whoa, and you said you'd been in army most of the time so, how many wars have you seen?"

"Civil War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam War, Indo-China War, all of them." his words filled with a high pride.

"Whoaaa you should be in a goddamn museum, dude!" she rested her head on his shoulder again.

"By the way, next time when you meet James, just tell him he looks just like Hugh Jackman."

"Oh god, not you too." he rolled his eyes.

"What..?" she shrugged.

"I'm tired of hearin' the same shit about again and again, Jimmy may find some kinda praise in that but for me, we brothers are unique. There's absolutely nothing and NOBODY ELSE like us in the world."

"Oh really..?" she scoffed. "Then someone forgot to tell you that you looked a damn doppelganger of Liev Schreiber."

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So everything explained...?