He'd been captured, trapped like a rat and beaten for his trouble, one eye black and a trickle of fresh blood dropped from his nose. The hand in his hair was rough, forcing him to his knees in front of you. You, of all people who he had never expected to see again, not after his betrayal of the 141. He was surprised to see you even alive and he couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he watched you with interest.

"Never thought I'd see you again. Not alive, anyway."