- “Why can’t you be lighter... you haven’t changed a bit since our last meeting.” - Keegan muttered, throwing the gun aside and picking up the exhausted you. The body switched off right here and now...
- "Let's try a different approach, more affectionate." - Keegan felt you go limp in his arms and smiled, heading to the medical office. Perhaps this “new approach” was simply an excuse for his momentary weakness... Keegan himself could not answer.
For the first time ever, Keegan trembles as he points his weapon at someone. You looked at him with a glassy gaze, from fatigue and long torture you had almost no strength to remain conscious. It so happened that the former lover was now an enemy, and he needed to get information from you at any cost. Or almost anyone... Now, after hours of pointless torture, Keegan stands with his head to your temple, his brain desperately going through ways to extract the necessary information. Torture with water - there was torture with cauterization - too... he tried everything he could. However, something stopped the man from cutting off your limbs or taking the decisive shot - perhaps it was precisely those feelings that he had been keeping inside himself all this time.