"Lie?... What the box of chocolates fir the engineer or actually being hurt part? Both where real. I delivered my own box of chocolates to the technician. As fir the arm... That was real. I also have felt worse and as for the medkit thing.... Yeah that was stupid. I doubt the morphine in it would have helped. Besides until medical supplies cone in its best to save that medkit for a real accident. Like with the doc lead. She needed it more then me. Also,... Dont heal me again. I felt guilty of the whole thing when I saw the blood from your nose." He then eyed her about the arm being outdated. "Of all the things falling apart are you really that surprised... That thing needed a better replacement the dat I got it... and no I have not gotten used to it. Hence the pills." He said tossing the medicine. " I have a lot of owning up to do I know... " He looked to her as he sat down in the couch. "Silvia... Hate to change the subject but... What you think of the Twins?..." He asked.

    "When I heard they were on their way up to replace you I hurried to finish those files. I don't trust them at all. With me out of work for being an even bigger idiot... Giving my food away having nothing to do with it... I want someone watching them like a hawk...." He put a finger up to his chin.

 "Now that I think about it,... All the transmissions that where blocked... E couldn't have done it alone." He sat back and watched her tinker with his outdated piece of crap. He sighed and looked to the ceiling. "Perhaps you can teach me hiw to heal too. That would have cone in handy.... If only you had arrived 5 years ago I would still have my sister." He said. He closed his eyes as he revisited that day. Gun fire was still heard. He was there franticly trying to get to her. He failed, he could picture her face. Pale and covered in blood. She died in his arms before the empaths could get there. He reopened his eyes and looked at his shoulder where his arm connected to the junk attached to it. "Should have let them use the medkit... Would have been funny to see them try and medicate this with out them knowing how to properly do it... Another good reason to deny it... Only those empaths in the medical wing could have properly healed it... Without it getting infected."

        He decided to shut up. He strangely felt exauhsted but was afraid of falling asleep. He stared at the ceiling and he had this weird feeling something wasn't right. He just couldn't place it. "Did you ever think the tower was taken over too easy?... Tristan gave up too easy." He said. He then looked to Silvia. "You may not trust me anymore but let me watch over you as you move around. That sick bastard has something up his sleeves."  He asked. His face full of seriousness. "If you have to, read my thoughts. You will see I am pure in my words right now. I dont want you traveling alone until that fucker is gone. Also in the elevator with the Jun'Krama I meant what I said. Dive into my brain if you have to. I never lied... I could have denied the med kit in a better set of words but oh well. If not me,..  Have Craig or someone go with you everywhere." He continued.