With his memory returning, the agent was getting incredibly disheartened. It was an understandable change, but it would only go further. With a job like this, things other would consider inhumane was an everyday chore. How long would it take before his actions would drive the man insane? “Well…it wasn’t you…” It was, but not quite. “It’s what they do. They brainwash you, and you become their slave.” Either he would crumble and fall beneath the weight of his atrocities, or he would brave through the memories. “Look, I understand that you have a lot of shit to deal with…” Kevin sighed deeply and paced the room as he spoke before eventually reaching a halt by the window. “…I have some things I need to do.” Leaving 32 by himself in such a time of need was nothing a gentle person would do, but there were indeed things calling the asian away. With the Weapon X Program up and running like this, he had a lot of things he needed to do and while 32 was an essential piece, Kevin couldn’t prioritise him. 

The mutant made his way towards the bed and reached below to pull out the case, his sword contained within. “I’ve put some money for you in the bag over there. It should help you to get around and if you’d like to stay here, you can rent the room. Though those guys are after you so I’d recommend being on the move…” It didn’t feel good leaving him behind, but there were others that could take care of him, mainly that monk. “Good luck. We might see each other again.” Kevin offered a faint smile before he opened the door. “Try not to die, or get captured by them…that would be worse.” With his goodbye, the asian moved out the door and down the stairwell. Hopefully the agent would be able to take care of himself. All his training had most likely evolved into muscle memory, and he would be a hard fish to take down.