"I'm not too sure myself," Axel hesitated as he said this. "But what I do know is that it's not the real thing."

He let go of the brunet's hand, folding his own over his lap and gave an idle glance at ceiling. "It's kind of disappointing, actually. I mean, most of us have searched for years to try and find what we've lost, and then some psycho comes along and tries to play God by dropping a piece of metal in my chest. Talk about no respect for personal space."

Axel had the feeling he should've been more upset about the whole ordeal. After all, he now had the ability to convey emotions in some way or another, so he was expecting something more sporadic. Instead he remained as calm as ever, letting those memories flood in before grinning lightly.

"I guess I gotta give props to the guy for trying."