"That would certainly help me thank you, darling," Eddie beamed. 


Paige and Eddie walked idly around the courtyard in silence, with guards trailing behind them a couple feet away.  It was something about Mount Massive that always affected the weather. Dreary and always raining, it matched the people's emotions almost effortlessly. 

"Thank you for this," Eddie said as they walked to the bench they usually sit on. "I couldn't remember what it was like to breathe in fresh air." 

"I needed to get you out of that stuffy interview room," Paige joked. They sat on the bench and looked at the sky with a frown. "I just wished  the sun wasn't always behind some dreary clouds." 

"Being outside is a blessing, no matter what the weather is like," Eddie sighed happily. 

Paige smiled at him, her smile faltering a bit. "Eddie . . ." 

"What is it darling?" 

Paige rubbed the back of her neck tiredly before speaking again. "I'm sorry to ask this, but my superiors are all up on me for not asking you these questions as frequently as I should be. But your dreams, Eddie. Are you able to be lucid as you are dreaming? Can you control this Walrider?" 

Eddie's jaw tightened at the mention of the Walrider. "I'm always in control darling. No need to ask any more questions." 

Paige pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing full well that Eddie was lying. But she didn't have the heart to push him any further. "Eddie," Paige started. "Do you honestly think we've made progress on your condition?" She couldn't help but feel terrible, she was a therapist but she couldn't help him. Paige diagnosed Eddie with a borderline personality disorder that was triggered by his childhood abuse, not to mention the misogynistic tendencies developed by his father and uncle. But when she brought it up with Jeremy, he simply shrugged his shoulders and brushed her aside. Paige did her best to work with Eddie without the help of medication, but she felt as though she hadn't progressed. 

Eddie couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his therapist's worried face. "Dr. Archer, you have done countless miracles in the span of your time in this hellhole." He looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath of fresh air, something he thought he would never have again. "I accepted my fate long ago. That I would never see the light of day ever again, that I would spend my days rotting in a cell, experimented on like a rat." He took in another deep breath. "And it is not like I do not deserve it. The things I have come to discover about myself. The vulgarity of my actions, I am surprised that God himself did not strike me down." Eddie couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. "But here I am, outside and living. Though I am a monster that should be put down, I am here, with a beautiful woman I might add." He turned to Paige and looked her in the eye. "I am a monster, I know that now. That's the miracle you have blessed upon me. You opened my eyes and made me see the ugly parts of me, and then proceeded to help me fix those ugly parts. Of all the therapists I have gone through, none of them have truly helped me as you have. Once I get better, I fully intend to return the favor, in any way, shape, or form." 

Paige didn't notice the tears in her eyes once Eddie was done talking. She realized it only when she saw Eddie reach for her face to wipe them away. "Eddie, I'm glad that I was able to help you through your condition and I hope that, despite the horrible crimes you've committed, you learn to live without a guilty conscience." 

Things were cut short when Jeremy walked up to them with two strong guards in tow. "Time's up for this therapy session. Mr. Gluskin here is scheduled for the Morphogenic Engine."

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