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he watched the young boy missing his responses, man he was cute. Gallen shook his head. "Um well 5 years ago she came to work for ye all, and I never heard form her since." he really wanted to get in that water now yet why. he sat up, "An don worry bout it, show was in new York, but I was on Broad Band." he sighed as he though of his sister. the gentle waves crashed as he admired the young man. the water was inviting like a siren, yet he did not understand why he wanted to get in it. This boy?

Was he seeing firsthand a side-effect of the work he’d had a part in? As fascinating as it was, he didn’t want to be insensitive and accidentally say the wrong thing. It was a miracle if she had been wheelchair-bound and was now walking and quite swiftly at that. He didn’t want to suspect that shady dealings were transpiring. Things like that always had a way of getting out and coming back to bite the person in the rear. Well, if the injection they had each received had returned the use of her legs, then wasn’t it justified? It seemed a fair exchange. Jordan kept his thoughts private or the moment. His controversial views might cause some friction and that wouldn’t be conducive to peaceful, friendly relations.

Jordan allowed them to re-acquaint as he relished in the feel of naked swimming as he basked in the sunshine. He hoped that he wouldn’t burn, with his fair skin tone. It was then that it really hit him that he was swimming nude, discarded clothing lying on the beach. As long as he stayed in the water and didn’t make a spectacle of it, he’d be alright and not bring attention to himself, right? It’s hard to be nonchalant when your cheeks are flushing red.

“Yes, I’m a new arrival today, as far as I know. How long have you been here, Dai?" he tried to keep is reddened fae from direct contact. "Please forgive me if I'm out of line, but how long did it take your legs to heal? That's impressive.”

Unbelievable! Ludicrous! Surreal… no matter how hard he tried to rationalize what he was seeing, it just didn’t make sense. He didn’t –no, couldn’t!- accept that his place of employment could be involved in something like this. Jordan could not accept the fact he’d played the role of pawn in a game to play with people’s lives. He wanted to labor through scientific method to benefit the animal kingdom. What was all this slanderous accusation without solid proof to back up their persecutions of Feral Labs? No different than a loyal lapdog, Jordan could not believe the proverbial master would dommit suh grievous acts on abducted subjects.

“This isn’t possible.” He whispered with incredulous shock. “Stop filling my head with your lies.” His loyalties met conflict between what he ‘knew’ and what he saw before him. If denial were his defense mechanism, then it was an effective one. In the world he knew, he was safe, his future was secure, his job had a good measure of stability, but this… this was throwing chaos into the mix. He rubbed his arm, covering that injection spot he’d been shown, in hopes it would fade from sight.

“I don’t want any part of this madness.” He backed away slowly. “I don’t know what’s going on… I don’t know if I can believe you…. I—I’m so confused….” His mind reeled in this paradox of nature, making sure to keep his distance..

Silence. It was unnerving as the tension mounted. Both Jordan and his acquaintance, Gallen, locked eyes in the onset of a showdown, neither relenting their stance. What began as potential friendship could just as easily turn into a bitter rivalry.

Jordan gritted his teeth in frustration. He wasn’t a champion debater, he wasn’t making ground with the topic, though neither was the green-eyed man who stood at a safe distance from him. He was feeling the frustration cloud his judgment. He tried to bite his tongue and keep from saying something that could make this situation escalate. Afterall, he was in no position to cause trouble. Jordan was vulnerable in his current situation. He knew it. They knew it. He wanted to give a piece of his mind, to continue defending what he wholeheartedly believed in. Fists clenched, uttering a low, guttural growl through grinding, gritted teeth. His lip curled back in growing frustration. He didn’t appreciate the insinuation that he had played an unwitting part in Dai’s misery, nor the misery of anyone else Gallen claims to have become an inducted into some madman’s experiment.

Eyes narrowed to near slits. Knuckles turned white with rage. Frustrated growls grew louder still. He was unyielding in his stationary position, caught between a rock and a hard place. He fought the clouding rage as best he could. It was difficult. He’d seen this rage before. He was about to succumb to a familiar weakness. He was on the verge of acting out like his father had with him. So many years of psychological and physical abuse can change a person, make him act out of character in heated moments. That sudden realization of what he was so close to repeating caused him to shudder and lurch forward, shaking violently in horror.

A hand touched his face, pushed back his bangs, trying to hide the streaming tears. His breathing turned ragged and exasperated. He was having trouble breathing! He was experiencing dizziness, more like vertigo suddenly. He meandered towards shore, shambling as a zombie and without warning, Jordan collapsed, disappearing beneath waves.