Keegan felt a bit stuck at what to do, just watching as you gave him a death-glare. You were brainwashed—all of your memory of him and your brothers was taken.

"God damnit," he muttered, shaking his head, "God damnit, kid..."

Keegan reached out, gently touching your wrists with gloved fingers. He looked at the awful bruises left behind from the restraints Rorke put on you.

"You remember me, I know you do. Come on..."