Levi was finding it hard to look at you, that look of confusion written on your face as you looked at him. He’d seen that look before when you tried to identify incoming cadets by their names or when he asked when you’d last eaten or slept. Never did he ever think you’d look at him in that same way.

A freak accident. That’s when he’d been told it was. Even so, he stood in the corner of the room as a hushed silence fell into place. “They tell me you don’t remember anything. Is that true?”