Luc

As soon as I woke up in the hospital, a cast on my arm, I was put in prison clothes and put in a cell with Kid, across from Liz and Patti.

As soon as they saw me, they were surprised. "Oh my god!" Liz exclaimed. "Did you get hit by a truck?"

"Why are you a pirate?" Patti asked.

"You're...asymmetrical." Kid said.

"Hello to you guys, too." I said, sitting against a wall.

"What happened to you?" Liz asked, putting her face on the bars between us.

"My eye got cut out by the Russian mob, my arm's permanently scarred...not that you can see past the cast, really...and Stein broke my arm. And all the bruises on my face are from him, too." I said. "Why do you guys care? You only know I was with Riley and co."

"Where are the others?" Liz asked.

"Where's Xan?" Patti asked.

"He your boyfriend? Well, opposites attract, I suppose." I shrugged, then frowned when it hurt. "They're off to get Doctor Li, the guy who blew up Rio De Janeiro."

"Maka's worried about Riley. She visited a while ago," Kid said.

"Huh. I'm more worried about Eva." I said. "I'm angry too, though. She ran off for Riley."

"She likes Riley and not you, huh?" Liz asked.

"I don't like her. She literally ran off in the middle of my fight with Stein when Riley shouted from an alley, and I had a fist-fight with Stein." I said, holding up my cast and tapping it.

"Oh." Liz said.

"It's okay. Eva really does like Riley. I keep telling her it'll go bad, but she won't listen." I said.

"Do you think Xan'll be okay?" Patti asked.

"Honestly, anyone who gets in Xan's way is the one you should be worried about. Xan's gonna be fine." I said. "Riley will, too. That kinda guy won't die."

"Hey, what's your name?" Liz asked.

"Luc. I'm some French kid who'll die before he leaves his friends behind." I said, taking Liz's hand through the bars and kissing it. "And you are?"

"I think you already know who I am." Liz said.

"I was briefed on you right before we went off to capture you guys." I admitted. "Though I prefer you in person."

Liz giggled, then blushed and started running her hand through her hair.

"So, you're Kid, right?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." Kid said.

"Nice to meet you."

"Get away! Asymmetrical!" Kid shouted, then crawled up fetal-position and whispered things to himself.

"You need therapy." I said.