[center]----- Athene Perth: Laboratory-----[/center] [center][b]0%[/b][/center] Zero. No matter how many times she looked at it, the number never changed. She could bang her head on the desk or even binge drink until she couldn’t see straight and it she’s lucky enough, maybe the number would magically increase to 99.9%. While those tactics might have been successful in erasing her memory or causing possible permanent damage to the brain, they would not change the number in the real world. They were related to some degree, this is true, but it still did not change the fact that the number for this specific test was zero. She could change the number to be 99.9: that was exactly what the Appleberry’s wanted. To falsify the results; to make everyone blind to the truth; to keep people safe and happy in ignorance. But Dr. Perth knew the truth. She knew that this truth ---even if she did change the numbers--- could easily be discovered if people decided not to use Oakridge Military Academy’s database. [center][b]DNA Paternity Testing Result: 0%[/b][/center] Kimberly Rene Faye is not Samuela Jolee Faye’s biological father. That was what the number zero meant. The results were just as shocking as the time when Kimberly had suddenly announced that he had married Nancy without anyone else’s acknowledgement: not even his childhood friends knew that he had the intention to marry someone. One day, he was just married. No wedding or anything. They signed the necessary documents, turned it in, and that was it. Dr. Perth wondered if Kimberly knew that Samuela was not his child. It was obvious that his grandparents knew, but they could have found out without Kimberly discovering the truth. She speculated the possibility of Nancy not knowing: low. She was curious if the Edrik’s knew: they’d make sure it would never come to light. She was uncertain if Nathaniel knew. If they knew Nathaniel Edrik was Samuela’s real father. “Good evening, Athene.” --- [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/tBWPPIL.png[/img][/center] [center]----- The Anatolian Wilderness: I Strongly Advise -----[/center] “Kim, mind your own damned business. I’ll tend to MY business when I decide to, not when I’m told to.” Kimberly stood there silently. Even as Ghost began to laugh hysterically, he did not respond. Ghost knew that Aaron would not have done what Kimberly requested. “See Kim? Do you see what I mean? He’d never openly admit that he’s wrong! That’d only hurt his little feelings! His pride! His worth! His manliness! He’ll never apologize. He’ll just do this again with a different victim. In fact, I bet he’s already done it before and got away with! He learned that his crimes would never get punished, because he got away with it before! He probably forcefully kissed Vi before and never apologized for it either! He’s that kind of man, Kim! Ahaha! He's just like 'him'.” It took all of Kimberly’s will power to drain out Ghost’s laughter. He sighed and closed his eyes as if to collect himself. As if to prepare himself. The giant stood there like that for a while, before finally opening his eyes. The raven-haired man looked down at Aaron with impassive eyes. Eyes that showed nothing. Only the reflection of the man it looked down at. For those who saw Kimberly in his childhood, these eyes were familiar. Although he had not used it as frequently as he did in his first year in Helston so many years ago, it was a defense mechanism Kimberly developed and perfected during times of difficulty. It was a wall constructed to mute all the pain, physical and/or emotional, and it was a mask to hide whatever emotions his eyes could have revealed ---however miniscule it may have been. Whatever he was about to do next, was something Kimberly thought may end with hurting someone's feelings. When the giant spoke, his voice was as flat and blank as his expression. “This became our business the second your actions effected someone other than yourself. If this had been somewhere else ---a different place, in a different time--- I would have left you alone to apologize in your own time. Even if that meant never. But we’re not in that different place or time. We don’t have the luxury to wait for things to magically ‘be okay’. You have to make an effort to take the first step to make things better. It might not change things instantly, but it’s better than nothing. We’re in a situation where teamwork is vital and each person’s actions affects the whole team. Are you that preoccupied with yourself that you think whatever you do or say will have no affect on us as a whole or as an individual? Even if we ignore all that, Aaron, it’s very simple: you forcefully kissed Magdalena. If Magdalena chooses to do so, she can sue you for sexual assault. Fortunately for you, we all know she would never do that, but you should not mistake that for forgiveness. Your actions hurt someone. I’m sorry that you got hurt, too, but it was your own doing. Apologize Aaron. If you cared or even respected Magdalena, you would have done it long before I had to tell you to do it. If there is a problem here that only involves you. This is it. The fact that I have to tell you apologize is your problem and nobody else’s. If you are an individual who can take responsibility for your own actions, move aside whatever pride that is holding you back, and apologize to her.” The man seemed like he was about to continue, but then he fell silent as his gaze wavered. “Oh stop it. You’re wasting your breath. I’m willing to bet all my non-existent money that Ron won’t do it, [b]because[/b] someone told him to do it. He’s [i]awesome[/i] like that. His own feeling comes before all.” Ghost smirked, well aware that anything that he said would never reach Aaron’s ears. “You only care about yourself and whoever happened to be the lady of the day. It wouldn’t matter what we think of you. We’re near, if not at, the bottom of your priority list. You’d kill us without a second thought if it meant that you’ll feel better.” Kimberly shot a warning glare towards Ghost’s direction, making Ghost hold up his hands and back off. The giant’s eyes returned to Aaron, his usual tone and speed of talking returning slowly, “I… ‘strongly advise’ this… because I want things to get better… We have enough problems as it is… we don’t need more.”