The boy that stepped out of the bedroom the following week perhaps looked like Rem, but the way he composed himself was different. He wore his usual style of dark clothing - black jeans with a simple t-shirt and sneakers. But as he passed by the men who had attacked him the night before, he just nodded peacefully to them. He had no recollection of anything that had happened to him in the past two years - Maxime had told him that he had hit his head, and while he had recovered, the man had created this army, wanting to use it for the good of the people. Being that the man was the only one who Rem even knew in this world, he just accepted this in an instant. And because of this, he had no memories of Katherine or his friends from the group. Although he hadn't mentioned it to his mentor, he did strongly feel a pang of longing, or perhaps even sorrow, for some reason that was unknown to him. It wasn't like he knew anyone to feel sad for parting with. Or at least, he didn't remember.
He silently walked down the hallway, his crossbow still hung behind his back, perhaps because it was simply a habit he could not overcome. Because his mentor had told him to at all times be ready for an attack - Maxime always knew best, as Rem had realized. As he reached the door to the control room, he knocked twice before entering. The man that stood behind a desk muttering directions to a receptionist had dark gray hair, and brown eyes. Maxime.
The man looked up as the boy entered the room, leaning up against the door frame. "Ah, hello there Rem."
Rem nodded to him, but said nothing. His personality had not faded, at least.
"I was just telling Nathan here some plans for the president... Are you clear now, Nathan?" He put his hand on the man's shoulder, who jumped slightly at his touch, nodding vigorously. "Good, good..." His voice trailed off, and he drew away, approaching the man who had just entered. "Now Rem, there is some... business I wish you to attend to."
Rem straightened up slightly, and raised an eyebrow. "Of course," he replied instantly, no doubt in his voice. "What is it, exactly?"
A small smirk formed on Maxime's face. "There are some prisoners we have here that er... are in need of releasing. You are to take them to the inner city and let them out." His directions were very clear, and although Rem didn't know it, this was a test to see if the memory draught had actually done its tole.
Rem nodded, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "If they are prisoners, then why would we release them?" His tone was cautions, and he raised his head slightly, not understanding.
"Well let's just say... they don't have any further use to m- us. And I don't thin they'll be bothering us ever again - you see, I've taken an important element from them... One that they cannot go on without." He was actually speaking about their leader, who had been taken from their grasp so roughly.
"I'll get it done," Rem responded , turning away from the man. He didn't wait to see if his mentor had anything else to see, nor did he turn back. If he would have, he would have seen the satisfied smirk that was on his face.
It didn't take him long to get down to the prison cells. As instructed, he roughly took the keys out of the man downstairs hands, shooting him a glare that was worthy of the old Rem any day. His actions and the way he held himself implied arrogance, something he had gotten rid of the years before, when he had believed his mentor had died. Along with his memory being erased, his modesty had gone with it. He reached the cage door that housed the first prisoner, and silently inserted the key into the lock, turning it slowly.
The woman that was behind the door had long wavy, light brown hair and gray eyes. She was beautiful indeed, but he didn't dare show any hesitation that he felt. Something about her was... familiar in a way, but he didn't allow the expression reach his eyes. Instead, he just reached down and easily pulled her up by the chains on her hands, not being gentle at all. "You're in luck," he said slowly, his voice cold. "Maxime decided you were to be released - not the same fate most prisoners get."
