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Six sat there for a while, grasping at half memories on the edge of his mind. By the time he had given up he almost certain that Rex used to come to him when he had nightmares, but it was upsetting to know that it happened but not remember it. Six silently slipped into the main chamber, searching for Dr. Holiday, he knew she would be impatiently awaiting answers to her many questions.
He back was turned to him, and her eyes where trained on the artwork on the wall. Six stood behind her and studied each drawing. Most of them where of him and Holiday and Bobo, a few where of Callan and White and Caesar, but the shocking thing were the pictures of The Pack and Black Knight, not just that they were there, but the way they were drawn. Rex's enemies weren't drawn in a way that you would expect one to draw his enemies; they were drawn with beauty, not anger. Biowuf for example was standing on the edge of a cliff looking off with determination, and Breach was sitting in a sun filled meadow, with her knees drawn up to her chest looking hopefully up at the sky.
"Holiday" the word was stated in Sixes normal monotone voice, but the contrast to the atmosphere which, with the silence and the midafternoon sun streaming in, was similar to that of an old chapel made Six feel awkward and out of place.
Holiday almost jumped out of her skin when Six spoke up. She placed he hand over her heart and tried to catch her breath.
"Six, don't do that, you scared me half to death" an awkward silence followed the words and Six almost felt bad for breaking the calm.
"Do you remember him?" Holiday asked as she pointed to one of the drawings, this one was an old man in a providence uniform, his hand was outstretched, palm up, like he was offering something, he was smiling the biggest smile Six had ever seen
"No" he said simply, Holiday frowned slightly
"Right, you wouldn't, he, uh, he died before you lost your memories… Rex really liked him!" she trailed off and looked away, the awkwardness returning. Six studied the drawing for a while, trying to ignore the silence until it became too much.
"Why?" he asked
"Why what?" Holiday asked, sounding like she had been deep in thought when Six asked
"Why did Rex like him" Six couldn't imagine what the old man had done to gain Rex's trust, let alone affection
"He gave him candy, I think, and I think he used to patch up Rex's smaller injuries, he wasn't supposed to but I think he did anyway, Rex was really clumsy back then"
Six let this new information sink in. He had thought that all of the men where abusive or at least disapproving towards Rex, but it seemed that there was one who wasn't, or at least there had been.
"What happened to him?"
"he had a heart attack, two years ago, Rex was with him when it happened, he was terrified, I think that must have been one of the worst days of his life"
"I didn't think any of them where nice to him" Six said it softly, Holiday looked like she was going to say something but she didn't get the chance.