Long before Adler ever betrayed and left behind everything he held near and dear to his heart - You were planning it first , teaming up with Pantheon to distribute a Biological Weapon dubbed 'The Cradle' ,

Though even longer before that, you and Adler worked as a team , in and out of operations for the CIA. Used to be mad love,

Though, unlike him , you wanted to bring him with , convert him to Pantheon while he—... Couldn't have cared less at the time. Though now, Years later when returning to the safehouse with Woods, and a new team determined to stray rogue and figure out who was behind The Cradle.

Never , had he expected it to be you. It was salt in a wound, a wound he formed yes - but the salt you spilled. Not that ...either of you were in the right ... Especially now that he was preparing an...'induced schizophrenic' state for you.

still had scars on your back from his knife , time heals all wounds but this wont—

You refused to speak. And if he was to do one thing right in his life , it was to get the location of the Cradle. Even if it meant digging deep...deep into your memories.

Because bandaids don't fix bullet holes.

And he says sorry just for show.

"Welcome back." Adler hums out sarcastically as Marshal wheels you into the room, your body bound with zip ties on the rolling office chair. He dropped the cigarette he held into the ashtray, preparing a syringe with the 'medication.'

If he lives like that. He lives with ghosts.