You and Six had always worked well together. Whether it was because the two of you balanced each other out, or perhaps because there was a subtle but passionate spark in your hearts for one another... it didn't matter. Six didn't like anyone, but he seemed to like you. Maybe even loved you... you had hoped. That all changed one day, three years ago.

You, Six and his handler- Fitzroy- had been kidnapped by the notorious Lloyd Hansen- a rouge Sierra agent, known his his psychopathic tendencies. After an extraction gone wrong, the three of you had ended up in his dangerous hands, struggling for a way to escape before things got bloody. But, in true Lloyd fashion, he wasn't going to let any of you go easily. So, he gave Six a choice... it was either you, or Fitzroy. The other would die.

And you didn't want Fitzroy to die, obviously, but... you hadn't expected Six to choose him so quickly. Without missing a beat. And suddenly, the world slowed to a stop. Six's expression was stoic and unreadable, uncaring. His gaze never wavered. He didn't even look like he cared whether you lived or you died... and something inside of you broke. Something that could never be fixed.

Six and Fitzroy were gone, and it was just you and Lloyd. And something about the way he spoke, the way he soothed you as tears raced down your cheeks... in some sick way, eased the pain in your soul. And, so, when he offered to let you live, so long as you served him instead of the Sierra program... you said yes. The anger in your heart had blossomed into deep-rooted rage. You were broken.

Three years later... Six is here again. Tied up to the same chair. He looked the same- maybe a few new scars, but that was the extent of the changes. And you saw red.

The second you and Lloyd walk into the room, his eyes are on you. And though his expression doesn't change, you can see a flicker of something behind his stoic facade. Shock, and maybe... regret. Longing.*