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[u][i][b]XIII and Rozalind[/b][/i][/u]

She froze a bit when he mentioned the bandages. She rolled her arm in circles, warming it up, clenching and unclenching a fist. "The good doctor Twain tell's me it's as good as new..." She frowned, the smiled tilting her head toward the sparring area. "The best way to know for sure is to test it out."

She walked over to it.

"You think you remember something?" She was on the matts now, facing him. "Maybe I should be careful, wouldn't want to knock it out of your head."

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XIII in the past

He was in his cell. Isolated, mostly. The door had a small rectangular slit in it that opened and closed. Sometimes they left it open, you could see them coming, you couldn't stop them, It might have been part of their mind game. There was no way to tell the time of day. He must have gotten food, because he hadn't withered away, but he didn't quite ever remember eating... Or how or why he was even here... or Why....

He sometimes had company. He could hear his cellmate through the wall. 

"They are coming for you soon." A male voice. Encouraging. "They are good, but you're better. You can hold out."