Hi! So sorry the last chapter was so short, I had guides! Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

~Professor Layton~

'Hmm..' I thought as I watched Clive asleep. 'How should I go about this?' I thought to myself. Much to my advantage, Flora had not recognised the boy. I imagined that her traumatic experience involving Clive was one that she wished to forget.

"Professor?" came a weary voice from the armchair. I turned to face Clive. His eye had blackened and his nose, although now clear of blood, seemed to be stuck at an angle. His arm hang limply from his shoulder socket. "I would like to apologise... for what I did those years ago. I-I didn't know there was another way... Another way to make people understand. To avenge my parents." I tilted my head with curiosity.

"What do you mean by another way?" I queried. Clive shifted in his seat.

"I don't think the public would be to happy, if they knew it was their Prime Minister who caused the deaths of all those innocent people. Including my parents... Including Claire." Clive smiled weakly. Claire. Hearing her name was like a stab in the chest. I had considered every kind of time paradox, desperately trying to find a loophole. a way for her to be alive. But I knew she wasn't coming back. And I knew whose fault it was. If it weren't for Bill Hawks, Claire would be with us today. It was a truth I had tried to overlook so many times, but whenever I saw Bill's face on the TV I couldn't help but see the man who killed her.

"You mean... to prove Bill is a murderer?" My eyes filled with awe. Clive took a shaky breath and nodded his head.

"Bill Hawks is the murder of hundreds of innocent people. I will not rest until his crimes have been exposed. You cannot argue they deserve to know the truth, don't they?" Clive argued. I couldn't help but agree. It's unfair that he should get away with those crimes. I looked at Clive, I couldn't help but feel sympathy towards him. The leader of his country was the murderer of his parents. He was an orphan. Overtime his hate for Bill warped his vision. nothing was on his mind but revenge. But now something was different. You could see it in the way Clive held himself that he was fighting, not only for himself, but for justice.

"I'll help you." I nodded

"You'll help him with what, Professor?" Flora said, her eyes filled with concern.

"Aahh" Clive said softly "Perhaps I should tell you both my story"

~Clive~

I sighed and shifted in my seat. The professor had just gently reminded Flora of who I was. I couldn't help but notice she glanced at me every so often, with a glimpse of fear in her eyes. I would never be able to erase what I did. I decided to begin my story.

"I'll start from when I was in prison." I straightened my tie and began my story.

Well I hope you enjoyed that! Just so you know the whole of the next chapter is a flashback from Clive, starting with his time in prison. see you soon! :)