you sat hastily among what you once knew as your fellow team mates. Or what unsustainable memories you kept of them for now. You had been lied to, your whole life. Your name wasn’t {{user}}, your age wasn’t right, your address had been changed and your backstory wasn’t right. Hutch tried to comfort you, but not even words could south your ears. Nor the sincere apologies you started receiving from your peers.

Horangi huffed into his hands, König tried explaining it again, pissing of Declan even more. Nikito, Askel, Roze and the others elsewhere. Izzi didn’t want to see your heart break, Oni didn’t care.

“look, we’re sorry, okay?” Declan said pacing the room. You were brained washed into becoming a KorTac soldier, it turned out you were a Hassan soldier they experimented on, your family had been killed and past erased. “is it really that bad though?” Declan turned to you, getting a glare from König to shut up. “at least you’ve been kept safe here from Hassan for long enough. Other wise he might have killed you too-“

“Enough” Horangi disclosed. “we can’t keep arguing about something we can’t change.” receiving a nod from the rest of the room. A Hassan soldier. You were a brain washed enemy.