Keiji got to his knees and began to look through the documentation. Bit by bit his countenance changed as he read. The mask of Lord Deathstrike faded with each sentence. His eyes shifted into those more at home on a hurt boy. Lies..all of it...and they KNEW. They let his mother keep believing...Keiji felt back on into a seating position. His face frozen into an expression of despair and disillusionment. He slowly pulls a piece of paper from his shirt and lays it down in front of him.
"The address is on there." He states, his voice near-emotionless, in contrast to his face. "The word at the bottom is a release word for your brother's cell. Say it and it will open." Keiji made no moves from his spot, still staring at the gathered intelligence. At the moment, he didn't care if he was arrested. He didn't care what happened. His life was meaningless. He was born because of a lie.
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