Yeah, he... didn't know that but he pretty much guessed it. "The bomber. From Jeneora Rock. He could've been another experiment, too? It was—a bit too—"

"... Do you have any proof or are you just assuming so you can blame yourself for him. Because he just seemed like a crazy person."

"I suppose Nai doesn't have a monopoly on crazy people, but... the timing was very suspicious. And the insane tech and durability and stamina. But no, I don't have proof." Nai even said he didn't know the guy, but then again, Zash isn't sure Nai ever even knows these people or if they just kind of happen around him and he ignores them.

"Ahuh." Gentle flick Zash-wards.

"Anyway so yeah that's the summary. And I recently slipped my leash and am now doing whatever I want! Whee."

"How long were you, uh, doing murders for this person? And how long have you been free?"

"Ehhhh, a year and change, and 'couple months. Respectively."

"... But you said you were a child soldier."

"I don't remember there being a past tense when I said it."

"W--you're. Oh my god how old are you."

"Not much older than the worm kid looked! Heh. Surprise!!"

"...guess I'm not the only one who doesn't look their age here, huh?"

"Guess not!"

"I, you were, forcibly grown to adulthood and, oh hell was that a byproduct, how does your -- your regeneration. How does it work."

"Oh yeah sure I'll just look in my human experimental explanation packet that he hands out to all the girls and boys oh wait. Iunno. Something along the lines of cloning, I think, best explanation I got was that when I do the healing thing I'm, like, eating through lifespan or whatever."

Ah. That... would make sense, wouldn't it. "I wondered. So they haven't figured out how to give you access to the higher dimension, then?"

"You are asking the wrong person, man. I'd think that there's got to be some kind of dimensional shit going on with me because otherwise how do I make any goddamned sense, but I was not the end result he wanted."

"I suppose you wouldn't be. Your sense of smell is pretty good, though."

"It is! I'm also stronger than normal people and think I have better vision, too, so, you know. That's nice."

Yvette seems to be having a moment, her head is buried in her hands and she's just looking horrified.

"Tragic backstory, part two? You did want it to be broken up into chunks."

"What, yours? Right now???? No!!! No, not right now, I need another fucking minute holy shit!"

"I mean, I'm curious, and I didn't get the part one, soooooo..."

"It's mostly because it's, you know, connected." He gives Morgan a soulful look and leans forward to take both of her hands into his. "Our pasts are intertwined~"

She gasps, and clasps him back.

"Are you my real dad after all?"