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Covered in gasoline, would they hop.

Kobei managed to rummage through some of the junk, and find things that actually did seem familiar to her. As KB drove, she would take out parts of circuit board, and wiring. Now, if only she had a saudering iron...

Keeping the important things nearby, she would only sit, and wait. She had nothing really to talk about. Unless KB wanted an ear-full of what happened earlier.

*Location: That long and dusty road leading to the Black Company's current location.*

He approached the Black Company grounds wearily, his roan moving weakly along the dusty trail. Cold silver eyes narrowed, studying the place as he neared. It had been several months since he'd had contact with another human.

Ever since that final battle with the Dominator.

He'd been fighting for the Empire at the time, and so was loathe to join the Black Company. But he had no choice. Everywhere he went he was hated and jeered at; his experiences during that battle had changed him signifcantly. He was no longer that jolly youth that romped through the fields and forests, no longer the idealist who had enlisted in the Lady's army, no longer the loudest and the most boistrous of his squad. He had seen the Dominator rise, and the very sight of the monster had shattered his soul.

Now he was a lonely outcast, a wonderer traveling the continents in search of the Black Company. And now he had found them. He hoped they would accept him. It was his understanding that they where, after all, a band of mercenary misfits themselves, all having some past, some tragedy better left behind.

Finally he reached the main gate, dismounted, and lead his horse through. He stopped just inside, unsure of where to go next. Seeing no one in the immediate area, he moved off to the right, hoping to find someone who could point him in the right direction, and perhaps find stabbling for his horse.

Vague.

Shrugging slightly, KB kept the car on the dirt road. There was something up with one of the tires, kept wanting to drag off to the side. There wasn't any added lumpiness to drive however, and so he figured they didn't have a flat...yet. His fingers once more thrummed along the steering wheel as he asked another question.

"And just how does that involve you being thrown into a tub of goo?" He'd asked, his tone only half-joking. With that kind of humor and such skill at speaking with traumatized women, it had to KB up front. Regardless of his flaws, KB hadn't thought for a moment that his kids might be in trouble. In fact, KB had yet to mention his kids at all, chances were because he had no god-damned idea where they were.

"Why did you do it then?" He asked, trying to keep his attention split evenly between Kobei and the road. Not that he expected to end up running into anything or anyone. At this point he was driving at a comfortable pace, since there was no huge rush to get towards death and decay. Glancing into the rear-view mirror, he sighed lightly. He had that feeling, the type a parent might have if they needed to pick up a child and had forgotten about them. There was just something somewhere he had to get about doing.

He and Kobei seemed so distant, as if he were speaking to a woman he simply knew and had saved. Though, it wasn't her fault. KB wasn't being exactly affectionate either. He was acting much more like a driver than a lover. Though oddly enough, crazy thoughts had invaded his mind. Draeken, it seemed familiar, though KB had no idea why he thought D and his wife would be at each other already by now.

In any case, he had no intent of trying to keep up with the Jone's, especially with Kobei missing a hunk of her thigh. The very thought of making a move on his injured love made him shiver in disgust of himself. To be such an insensitive b*****d, thinking of sex so soon as he'd just pulled her from such a horrible fate.

Men.

A better answer, and though it didn't explain things directly, it made much more sense to him. It also brought upon him a sudden epiphany that made him smirk. Her thigh wasn't letting her be herself!She ditched it! Of course, for once KB didn't speak his mind. Even if he had, such a joke would probably have gotten him only a cold stare and perhaps a weak slap.

And so he drove.

Some silence, for he hadn't much to say. Her reason seemed familiar to him, and he knew he'd done something similar. It wasn't that he'd forgotten everything about his life, but rather that it just didn't piece together right. It was just as if everything before the fall didn't really matter.

KB broke the silence in a way only his pathetic conversationalist grace would allow. "I love you." He repeated, though with more confidence than when he had first said so back in the lab. The words felt foreign to him, but he knew it was true, somehow. It swelled within his chest, and it made him feel sick. He blushed deeply, feeling his cheeks burn as he kept his sight averted from the mirror, away from her. Was this woman even his girlfriend, his wife? Why was he constantly thinking about kids? It was all very confusing, and uncomfortable.

KB kind of hoped Kobei had passed out, though he was too scared to look. Raising his hand to his face, he rubbed his eyes, knocking his glasses off and onto the seat next to him.

He blinked then, looking forward at blurred images. He couldn't see s**t all in the distance.

His hand fumbled for the dark-rimmed pair of lenses that would assist him, and after a short yet frantic search he'd felt them. Raising them, he slipped them back into place. He wore them, but he wasn't used to needing them, odd.

This didn't help the fact that Kobei hadn't really said anything. This left his head swimming with wonderings of what was going on, or what had happened. He didn't really expect to hear his words echoed back to him, and yet for some reason he had expected something.

It was easy, because it was supposed to be. Or so KB thought, as he chastised himself within the confines of his mind. It was so easy and natural for him, that he severly doubted she felt the same way, for it wasn't for her. Though, a lot of that was probably due to the area and the way she had lived. The same could be said for KB.

"I don't know. I haven't been keeping track." He answered. He would've winced at his tone, for it had an edge to it. Well, he would have if he wasn't pissed off. He was mad, and his brain was feeding him more anger by the mouthful. He fed or it, refusing to let it go, simply rpeating the ideas in his head to keep himself angry. He liked being angry, made it so he didn't care whether she loved him or not.