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Nico winced after she finished uploading another data byte, her shoulder apparently protesting at how she had reached over. Not that she could really blame it since it had a bullet hole in it.

"Do you wish to rest Nico? I detect slightly abnormal life signs-"

"No. I suspect if I don't get this all done ASAP Rob will have my head.....?" She drifted off into silence as she recognized the tune that was being whistled. Immediately her music toned down, her voice lifting into the air to finish the line, chuckling to herself. Though it didn't last long since it hurt. Ugh, gorram it all. Blinking as Voltaire popped up, she turned up the music a bit more again, smirking to herself as she listened to the song since it wasn't like she could really laugh. "Hey Gladys, do you detect any anomalies on any of the frequencies?" She asked, wanting to now switch her work to the firewalls and overall protection of their data. It troubled her that someone had shot that far into the system. They hadn't made someone with powers like that, had they?

"No Nico. All frequencies are reading clear. Might I suggest that you eat something? You have not eaten in at least five hours. I will spare you all the specific digits."

Groaning, she rubbed her eyes, her fingers sliding down on either side of her nose. She was quiet for a moment, trying to judge how her stomach felt. "Yea, that would probably be a good idea. I don't want to have to call Rob over though or someone to wheel me to the cafeteria. Are any bots up and moving?" Truthfully, one of the awesome things about this base is that; A) They actually got a cafeteria with a s**t ton more food and space. and B) They also had bots to help both with fighting and other tasks. She supposed it was also pretty awesome that the research wing was a lot bigger than the previous one though. Their security was better here too. At the very least she hoped so. It was supposed to be. If it weren't..... She didn't want to think about that.

"I shall activate and send one immediately. Here are the current menu items. Which would you like Nico?"

Picking out a couple of things rather quickly, she soon settled back into her chair a bit and listened to Ludo as they popped up. Glancing to the bandages of her shoulder, she sighed to see the faintest red tint in them, knowing she should probably let someone know. Then again, Rob would just kick and yell like a child since his prodigal girl wasn't there. Again she grimaced and lowered her eyes, listening as Andrew sang about crawfish.

The halls seemed deserted. They always seemed deserted. No one was ever around. It begged the question Where the hell is everyone? Unfortunately, though not surprising, no one ever answered. It was quiet enough to her your own footsteps, no matter how soft they be. His bbreathing also filled his ears. It was as though silence was a being in and of itself, lurking around every corner, behind every shadow, waiting to be broken. And through it's waiting, it becomes fragile, ever so weak, to where one word shatters it. So weak, so empty, so...nothing. Like the darkness. Silence is nothing. And nothing was one of the things Roran knew perfectly about. Being an energy bender allows him to fill himself up with life, but at the price of taking it from something else, causing them to be nothing.

Turning a corner, Roran had stopped whistling, listening instead to the silence, listening to the nothingness. He stopped, closing his eyes, letting the nothingness engulf him. And then it hit him, the screaming in his ears. For silence is loud, extremely loud. The buzzing raged on, for it was the blood rushing through his ears that he was hearing. It was the signal that lets you know silence is upon you, for there are no sounds to move your ear drum, and so you hear your blood. You hear the silence. You hear the nothing.

He exhaled, and the screeching in his ears disappeared as the sound of his breath filled them, letting him know he wasn't deaf. Opening his eyes slowly, he continued to walk through the hallways, stepping from one shadow to the next. One nothing to the next. And each step broke the silence. Broke the nothing.

Arriving back at the room with Nico and now Jane, he realized he had gone in a circle. "Now how did that happen?" he asked himself, looking in at the two. "You should really take a break," he spoke, not really caring if Nico heard, "Rob can scream at the walls all he wants, you're a human being. He'll get the hell over it. You're not here to be a computer whiz, you're here to train and be a warrior to fight. Don't let everyone else's expectations run your life, let your expectations do that. Who gives a s**t about what others think?" Sighing, he knew she wouldn't listen to him, or at least he didn't expect her to. Smiling at Jane, he didn't feel like playing the name game with the guy. Roran had nothing against him, but now just wasn't the time. "I'll catch you guys later. Get me if you need me." And with that, Roran returned to his room.

Jane smiled gently. "I'm better than anyone else would be if bullets put enough holes in them to make Swiss cheese." Okay, he hadn't understood a word of that, himself. Perhaps he should start saying things that he at least understood, eh? Nah, he wouldn't...it was better to just let others puzzle over what in the world he could possibly mean as he spoke.

The entire time Roran was in speaking to Nico, Jane was in a daze, attempting to remember who he was. Okay, so his memory was even worse than usual. But who would have good memory after losing as much blood as he did? Virtually no one. After Roran left, Jane spoke aloud quietly. "Who was that?" It bothered him not to know.

"Yeah, I'd like to come with. I'm not allowed to spar, after all." He joked. As if they would ever let him spar in his condition.

Jane frowned slightly at the mention that Roran was one of their team members. "I should have remembered him, shouldn't I have?" He asked softly, just before Rob came up and started to lecture Nico. Honestly, he was tempted to just release the pain he was feeling because the pain killer had just worn off.

He couldn't help but smile as he saw Nico yell back at Rob. Actually, right after it was finished he burst into laughter. Taking the toast, he grinned. "I was about to let him feel my pain, literally, if he hadn't shut up."

By now, Jane was used to ignoring his pain. After all, if he didn't the rest of the people working with them would feel it as well. As they were wheeled forward, Jane remembered the memory that he'd dreamed about. "Hey, Nico...while I was out, I-I remembered something."

"I-I saw my father's face." Jane stammered slightly, thinking carefully. One part of him wondered if Nico would know it. "The man had a light stubble, a square head, sharp features...and orange eyes." He hadn't seen anyone, excluding himself, with those brilliant orange eyes. Perhaps he had described his father to Nico in hopes that she knew who he was...so that he might know something, anything.

"I- no. I don't remember anything more." Jane said quietly, wishing he did. He listened carefully to Nico, to the surroundings. It was so surreal, being right here. If only...if only he knew which one it had been. How old had he been in that memory? Six or seven still. Why was that year the one he was remembering? It bothered him. "Wait- I remember his hair. It was a vivid red, not orange like mine. It was chopped short, almost like a soldiers..." He added quietly, perhaps that would make a difference. Well, considering both of them, he was either the son of the enemy- or his father was presumed dead. Hm... He was certain that the name Teagon seemed slightly familiar. Heck, it was extremely familiar.

Jane looked at Nico, taking a deep breath. So...his father...there was no telling if he was actually alive or not. He was glad to know, at least. It was better to know than to keep guessing. Again, he found himself wondering what was so special about twelve years ago- why was he remembering that part of his past? "Nico, did anything special happen about twelve years ago? I'm around six years of age in both of the memories- and I'm wondering why those are the first things I'm remembering."

As Nico's hair was brushed, his stomach quenched. Why did that short-seen image bother him so? Was it just that he was growing close to her? Or was some part of him remembering something similar? There was no way of knowing. A deep breath. "Sorry about all the questions..."