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It was clear that Rina wanted to be out of the base as quickly as Locke did. He was getting odd vibes from every which way and none of them proved positive. Past memories flooded into his mind, reminding him of the times when he and his brother had worked for the Syndicate. They'd been young and had no place to go. Working for the Syndicate was the only option if they wanted to survive without having to turn themselves into foster care from an orphanage. Although the memories were sad, he felt absolutely nothing. It was like a blank voice that he didn't understand. Sometimes it scared him - he was still human, wasn't he?

"Turn to your left on this hallway," he said urgently under his breath. Vin's room would be on the end.

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The redhead looked up with bloodshot eyes when Zane entered. She wanted to get up but her body wouldn't move. Even when he forced her to stand, her legs wobbled and almost buckled beneath her. Vin leaned on him heavily, trying to stifle her whimpering for the better good. His jacket was warm and it had his scent - at any other moment it would have been a comfort.

"Make them stop," she whispered, hands gripping her head, tearing at her hair. A sob escaped her lips and she curled her arms around his torso, wanting the comfort of his arms around her as he had so many times years before. "I don't want these memories. Make them go away. Please." Her shivering intensified as fright racked her bones. Make them go away. Make them go away. But he could do nothing to help.