"And that's it… I sent you after Three thinking you'd be no match for her and your rebellion would die with you." Octavio states as he stares firmly at the ground. That new weed growing out of that crack was very interesting to him all of a sudden. "Obviously… I was wrong."

Eight on the other hand, was unsure how to feel about everything. Octavio's words rang in her skull and her memories had begun returning. She thought she wanted this, she thought she wanted to know who she was but… She's not sure she wants to know anymore. She'd spent so long forging her identity as Eight that now having the identity of Kiaria clashing with it in her mind was making her head spin.

Eight looked down at her hands and her arms. Old scars she couldn't explain suddenly had stories, every mark in her skin that wasn't from Kamabo suddenly made sense. She vividly remembers when she'd broken free of her hypnotization, the look on Three's face as she cuffed Octavio with the help of Callie and Marie. God she looked so much younger back then, and her face looked so beautiful without the scar. Was she infatuated with her even back then, or is it just her current love for the girl making her think that?

She remembers clearly every step she took as she ran from Octavio's headquarters. She remembers how she met Takeshi and formed the rebellion with him. Everything flooding into her mind all at once, and it was making her head ache. But there was still a burning question in her mind, she had to know, and if she knew the rest of her history now she may as well ask. Her memories from when she was under his control were hazy at best, so any details about that time period would need clarification.

"Before I defected… what was my official rank in your military?" Eight says as she continues to stare at her arms and hands. "A-and… what was my last name?"

Octavio looks up from the ground, he expected her to be looking him in the eyes again but was surprised to see her scanning her own body as though it was a forign object to her. He supposed this should've been expected, he heard how much of her memories she'd lost and even with as much as she clearly can recall now, there's a lot that she is no doubt still missing.

"You were Special Ops unit one, effectively the third in command. It's how you got so many to defect with you." Octavio pauses, once again very interested in the weeds growing from the cracks in the ground. "As for your… last name… I think it's only fair I tell you your full name rather than just that piece, you should know who you are."

Eight stops her gazing at her arms and turns to look him in the eyes, she's curious why he's choosing this course of action, as with the memories she's recovered she already knows her first name. Though she supposes if she had a middle name that she'd want to know what it was.

"Your full name… is Kiaria Yuri Ida." Octavio states plainly, making sure to place emphasis on the last name as he does. By this time Octavio more than knows about Marina's defection, and how she's part of a popular duo that took over the news job from the Squid Sisters.

Eight's eyes go wide as her own last name rings in her ears, she can't believe it, though she supposes she should've. There was always a warm familiarity that she felt around Marina that she could never explain. She never understood why she was so quick to open up to her or turn to her for support, but now she does know, she… she has a sister!

"M-Marina is my… sister?" Eight looked up into Octavio's eyes, memories from those days were fuzzy at best, the only thing she can firmly remember is a familiar presence that went away roughly the same time her hypnotization was broken. She thought it was just the hypnotization itself, but now she's come to realize… it could be Marina. She doesn't remember seeing Marina much after becoming free, but one memory is trailing its way back to her mind.

"Yes, Marina Ida is your sister. You and her were both top of your classes and excelled in your respective ranks. Your prowess with weapons made you an excellent field soldier, and her prowess with engineering and hacking made her an excellent spy and architect for my army." Octavio says, keeping his attention on Eight as he does. She deserves to hear the truth. "Then, the Inkantation broke my hold on you, and you both went rouge. I don't know what happened between you two but I know Marina went to the surface and you stayed underground to fight me."

Eight doesn't say anything for a moment, she glances between Octavio, the grate which Three had gone into however long ago to get food, the ground beneath her shoes, and the birds flying in the sky. Her mind was racing, grabbing pieces and putting them together like a puzzle that's stored on a spinning platter.

"She… wanted me to leave with her. She told me her and I could forge a new life on the surface. But I refused, I said I had to fight for what was right." Eight states plainly, her words sounding like she's reading from a book rather than recalling a memory. "She didn't want to leave me behind but the thought of getting captured or killed terrified her. She was never a fighter so I didn't blame her. I hoped she'd be safe on the surface and that her and I would one day see each other again… I… I guess in a way I got my wish."

Octavio glances at the grate himself, Three's been gone a while and will no doubt be back soon, he needs to finish this conversation quickly before he gets himself thrown off the edge with no respawn pad synced to him.

"Look, Kiaria, Eight, whatever you'd prefer me to refer to you as… I know I'm the last person you'd believe this from but, I am sorry for the pain I caused you… especially Kamabo. Kamabo has been stealing my designs and perverting my subjects for decades… I wouldn't wish the fate you faced there on anyone, not now, not back then, not ever… and… I realize now your rebellion was right. I was gripping my people too hard in hopes of holding on, but I was wrong to think I could win that way. You were right." Octavio bows his head, he hated everything about Kamabo, even when he was fighting to keep control of his subjects he'd never willingly send them to Kamabo. Hell, he wouldn't have even sent Agent 3 there and that would've arguably solved a lot of his problems at the time.

Before either of them could say another word, a familiar squid pops out of the grate, holding a single Galactic Schwaffle in her hand, with two forks sticking into it, as she also holds a very large drink cup in her other hand, with two bendy straws sticking out the top of the lid.

"So there was a massive rush and he ran out of like everything small, so I figured I'd just get a big serving we could share." Three says as she walks over to the bench she was sitting on with Eight before, only once she's there does she realize that her girlfriend is currently not sitting there. She sets the food and drink down on the bench and looks around and then she spots her… far too close to Octavio.

Eight looks over to Three, her hearts flutter and she smiles as she sees the little blush on her face as she suggests the sharing of food. Three was adorable to Eight, and she's glad having most of her memories back hasn't changed that. However, when Three spots where Eight is standing, she sees something she didn't expect, and yet it comes straight from her memories. The only piece of her memories from when she was hypnotized that is clear as day. She sees the soft, gentle expression on Three's face quickly be replaced with what can only be described as determination and rage. That was the face Three always had when she was making her way through the domes, the face as she fended off the waves of Octolings and Octarians that Octavio sent after her. The face of a soldier ready for war.

"What did you say to her?" Three growls, now suddenly standing between Eight and Octavio with her Hero Shot equipped and a special canister in her free hand. Eight instincually backed away, she figured Three wouldn't hurt her but if she went off on Octavio there was a chance for collateral damage.

"I said nothing but the truth to her, she wanted to know some of her history so I told her what I knew!" Octavio holds his tentacles up beside his head in surrender, this is exactly the kind of situation he had hoped to avoid.

Three's brow furrows and her thumb slips under the lever of the special canister, ready to break the seal as she growls. Three's finger has moved from the side of the weapon to over the trigger, now ready to fire with an audible but quiet click of the safety being switched off. Eight realizes that Three will never believe him and that she's going to have to tell her he's not lying.

"Three, wait!" Eight calls, her voice causing Three to relax somewhat. Three turns to look at the Octoling, a confused expression on her face as she does. "He's telling the truth, I swear!"

Three glances between her girlfriend and Octavio, she sees the worried expression on Eight's face and the nervous one on Octavio's. While she still doesn't trust him in the slightest, she'd rather not cause Eight any undue stress. Hell that's why she'd had this reaction in the first place. Reluctantly, Three stashes the special canister back on her belt and clips her Hero Shot to her belt as well, making sure to flip the safety back on first. She flashes Eight an apologetic smile before using her head to gesture to where they were sitting before, the place where their dinner was waiting for them. Eight simply nods and the pair walk over to the cabin and sit on the bench outside of it.

The pair sit in awkward silence for a moment, Three feeling a pang of shame for reacting so harshly. But she knew how much trouble Octavio could cause and she reacted in kind. Her biggest fear was him somehow getting those shades on Eight. Three knew that if Eight was taken that way, she'd be done. She could never bring herself to harm Eight, so if Octavio had control of Eight's mind, Three wouldn't be able to fight back. She supposes Marie might be able to knock the shades off of Eight with a well placed charger shot, which apparently she'd done to rescue Callie from Octavio, but Marie was busy and she doubts she'd be able to get here in time to do anything. Three shakes her head and clears her mind from these thoughts and instead attempts to break the deafening silence that has built between her and Eight.

"So… what did he have to say?" Three picks up the Schwaffle and grabs one of the forks, taking a quick bite as she does, her stomach is still rather empty as she hasn't eaten since the morning.

"Mainly how I wound up fighting you that first time, and…" Eight pauses, the next words caught on her lips, she didn't think it would be as big of a deal to her as it was, but then she hadn't expected for it to somehow change everything. "My real name."

Three pauses, plastic fork still sticking out of her mouth as she turns to look her in the eyes. She takes the fork out of her mouth and sticks it back into the Schwaffle, setting it aside so she can give Eight her full attention. She would be lying if she said she hadn't wondered what the Octolings name had been before her memories stepped out to get cigarettes, but it had never been that big of a deal. But right now, it mattered to Eight, and that's what mattered to Three.

"Oh? Uh, are you… comfortable sharing it?" Three asks, a small smile creeping across her face as she does. She had come to know everything there was to know about the Eight who went through Kamabo and came to the surface, but she was curious about the girl that became the girl she fell for.

"Well, my first name is Kiaria…" She pauses as the words escape her lips, like speaking a distant memory you didn't know you had. But Eight notices how Three seems to blush harder upon hearing it spoken.

"K-Kiaria? Wow that's uh… absolutely beautiful…" Three blurts out through her blush causing Eight to blush and giggle in return. Three smiles awkwardly and blushes harder. She needs to stop being gay for 0.2 seconds so her girlfriend can finish telling her what her name is. "But uh… what about your last name?"

"Oh, right." Eight pauses, the blush fading from her face as her mind resets. "My last name… is Ida."

Three's mouth hangs open for a moment in response to this information. Her brain had lapsed for a moment and she didn't recognize the last name at first, and then it all clicked at once sending her eyes wide.

"Wait… so you and Marina…" Three begins, but her befuddlement is too great for her to finish asking her question. Fortunately Eight knows what she's going to ask and is able to answer the question anyways. "No way…"

"Yes. Marina and I are sisters." Eight smiles, almost bouncing slightly as she speaks the words. "I-I'm so excited to tell her!"

Three shakes off her confusion and returns to a state of congratulations, smiling widely.

"That's great! I'm so happy for you!" Three beams, excited that her girlfriend has found something to be excited about.

Eight nods, but before she can speak any other words, her stomach makes an audible growling noise and she realizes she's spent so much time being excited about having a sister that she forgot about consuming food.

"Oops, I guess I got a little too excited." Eight blushes and smiles, causing Three to giggle. "How about, now that my tragic backstory has been revealed, we go back to that Schwaffle you were going to share with me."

Three bites her lip and smirks, picking up the Schwaffle and snagging a portion of it onto a fork. She winks at Eight and then holds the fork up to Eight's mouth causing the octoling to roll her eyes but smile and open her mouth as Three gently slides the fork past her lips before they close down and she consumed the morsel of food provided.

"Mmm, tastes so much better when you feed it to me." Eight smirks back and giggles causing Three to blush and giggle in return. Three insists on feeding Eight as many bites as she wants and Eight absolutely loves the attention and pampering. Before long the Schwaffle is consumed and the pair just sit on the bench holding hands as the sun begins to dip over the horizon.

"You know, all things considered, I'd say today went well." Three states as she once again finds herself at sunset with a beautiful octoling holding her hand.

"I agree, today was good." Eight nods as she squeezes Three's hand, smiling as the world turns orange around them.

Eight shuffles closer and once again rests her head on Three's shoulder. She knew she'd have to tell Marina the news, and that she'd be excited about it, but right now, in this moment, she was enjoying a tender evening with Three. She lets out a small happy sigh prompting Three to giggle and kiss her head. Cap'n would likely be back soon to relieve them of their guard duty, but Eight was content to sit with Three as the sun dips over the horizon until he did.