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“Perhaps not, but if these people have been keeping tabs on you-” Grim trailed off as it seems Joel was distracted by another conversation. Except it was one Grim himself couldn’t hear. The hero tilted his head to the side, seeing nothing but empty space beside him that the other man was reacting to.

He was reminded of all the stories of Wraith’s insanity, and how equally insane this night was.

To be honest, aside from Granny back at Wraith’s apartment and the folder he had, there was nothing but Joel’s word to go on. Grim was honest enough to admit to himself that at least part of the whole reason he was going along with this was likely a shared trauma bond after the earlier events of the night.

Earlier events of the night. Christ, this has been [i]far[/i] too long of a night already.

Still, it seemed Joel had an epiphany from talking to … whoever. Grim raised a hand to press to his mask, running his palm down it as though it were his bare face.

“So you’re saying Ellison has not only been doing this for three years, killing how many people considering what we saw of [i]one truck[/i], but no one has noticed before? And - does that mean you might not be the only one that survived?” Here Grim paused, frowning beneath his mask as he crossed his arms. His foot tapped as he tilted his head to look to the ceiling thoughtfully. “Memory loss, set up, an influx of people of any background, age, gender, body type. Monitoring. You never had that suit or talked to… to whoever, before, correct?”

He gestured to his side, to the empty space Joel was talking to.

“Perhaps Ellison is looking to tap into previous research that has made artificial powers, or finding out which mutations in a person’s DNA cause them. It wouldn’t be the first time a man has tried to force these things. It would explain your … differences from before, and why he would monitor you.”

The hero huffed, then turned and went to the kitchen section of the open room. The fridge opened and he retrieved a bottle of Stella, using the edge of his mask to pop the top. Keeping his back to Joel, he fiddled with the headgear enough to be able to lift it and tilt his head back, taking a few long drinks before replacing everything. Only once the voice modulator was back in place did he speak.

“This is a whole fucking mess and neither of us have slept. Me for the night, you in god knows how long. We should reconvene - and I should check out a hospital in the morning."