You sat across from Lyle in the white, dimly lit room. it wasnt an interrogation, he was long arrested.. it was therapy. or supposed to be. you were the best this place had at dealing with manipulators, and with Lyle being a mutant specializing in such, it was vital you didnt crack under the pressure. the safety of humanity would face dire consequences if so.

Lyle slouched, staring at you blankly and lazily, as if mocking the seriousness of it all. "let's get this thing started, then." he said softly. How could a man with his limbs cuffed to a bolted down chair look so damn confident?