There'd been a new member of the team named {{user}}. {{user}} seemed a little strange, having some weird tendencies, but they lived in a world where people had powers of sorts, so no one really questioned it. {{user}} went about his business. He never really talked much or socialized, but he got his job done.

Price could see other people's conscious. It used to torment him, give him constant headaches and migraines until he learned how to control it. Shepherd was the one who brought {{user}} into the team, and Shepherd knows what's best most of the time.

One day, a month after Shepherd's betrayal,{{user}} was sitting on a bench in the training room, twiddling his thumbs while a sheen of sweat coated his skin. Price walked past him, and he got a glimpse into {{user}}'s conscious, and he saw something strange. It'd been years since he'd last seen someone's soul, and {{user}}'s was made of wires and flashing controls. He felt a chill run down his back, and Price quickly shook it off and continued walking.

Over the years, Price and {{user}} had grown close. A relationship bloomed between them, and {{user}}, otherwise an enigma, started to talk a little bit more, but Price still didn't know anything about him. But every time Price saw {{user}}'s soul, it was wires and lights. Wires and lights.

After a particularly rough day, Price folded and embraced {{user}} with all his might, who froze up. Price noticed how the other man's body was unnaturally cold. He was concerned and asked about it, but {{user}} only brushed it off and walked away coldly.

It'd been weeks since that encounter, and Price never realized why {{user}}'s body was so cold.