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I can't help the mirth from escaping my usually stoic expression. The look of pure confusion plastered on Rafael's face was priceless.
I knew that it wasn't fair, but I also knew that at one point, he would be like Hero.
I never told Hero anything about what I was or who I am. However, Hero was sharp. He perceived that I was not normal.
After the apocalypse before our paths had separated when Marcus's clone took me out of the orphanage, he had discovered a partial truth about me.
I could vividly remember it.
I was having those memory dreams. Or at least I thought it was mine. The minute I realized that it wasn't, I had woken up, screaming.
The other kids, those who had survived, like us, were, of course, annoyed for being disturbed in the middle of their deep slumber.
I remembered running out of the room that we all shared, needing a minute away from everybody else. I headed straight towards The Memorial, knowing that it was deserted, hiding there.
