"Hey."

"Hello, Ms Allison."

Allison entered Spinebreaker's room, closing the door behind her. It was 6 AM and Allison didn't think that Spinebreaker would be awake, but there he is. She knows that she swore to never rumour anyone again unless it's really necessary, but this qualifies. Spinebreaker must remember. If it doesn't work, so what? It's not going to harm him.

"There's a rumour that you remember life as Luther Hargreeves," Allison signed. Ever since her throat was cut and her vocal cords damaged, her phrase must be altered. Since 'I heard a rumour' doesn't exactly exist in ASL, she shifted it to 'there's a rumour'. It still works, though. Yet Spinebreaker's eyes don't turn milky white and Allison sighed, her powers don't work. Of course, it doesn't, she can only slightly alter reality and not truly alter reality. Allison clasped her hands and place them on her mouth, how will she do this?

"There's a rumour that you call yourself 'Luther' and you speak in the first-person point of view," Allison signed and Spinebreaker's eyes turned milky white. Allison's heart jumped, both in glee and guilt. Guilt because she just violated her promise of not using her powers anymore and glee from helping her brother remember who he is. As soon as the pupil and the iris of his eyes return, Allison signed again, "what's your name?"

"My name is Luther," Spinebreaker answered vocally. Allison grinned and hugged her brother, yet the hug doesn't feel the same as their other hugs. His hugs usually felt warm and welcoming, but this one... he doesn't even hug her back. There's only so much that she can alter.

"You want to go with me?" Allison asked.

Spinebreaker doesn't answer. Allison nodded, remembering that she hasn't exactly restored all his memories.

"You go with me," Allison signed. Spinebreaker stood up, following Allison who's already walking out first. "Have you walked around the house?"

"Mr Klaus taught me how to play hide and seek, we reached the art gallery," Spinebreaker answered.

"Do you know that you painted two paintings there?" Allison asked.

"Yes, Ms Allison."

"What are they?"

"There's a painting of half sun and half-full moon, named 'Sun and Moon', my first painting," Spinebreaker recalled. "And there's a cartoonish painting of Pluto wanting to be dubbed a planet again, named 'True Planet', that's my last painting."

Allison nodded, her right human hand holding Spinebreaker's half-human ones and her robotic left hand opening the door to the backyard of the manor, letting the golden sun shine its light onto her and Spinebreaker's faces. Allison's left-hand reaches Spinebreaker's right hand and both slowly squeezed Spinebreaker's hands, pulling him to follow her.

"Ms Allison, you don't need to pull me."

But Allison doesn't stop, slowly guiding him to a statue. As Allison stopped, Spinebreaker followed her en suite. Allison guides his left hand to the plaque before lifting it, guiding his hand to rub the statue's knee hands up and down instead.

"This is Ben's statue, Pogo fixed it when you punched it off-" Allison pulled her hands off Spinebreaker's to sign to him. Spinebreaker didn't say anything, his hand stopping on the worn-out knee. "What do you know about him?"

"Mx Five has told me that Ben's full first name is 'Benjamin'," Spinebreaker starts. "I know that he died when we were 16. I know that he was numbered Six. I know that his power is to open a portal and let a beast release tentacles to attack blindly."

Allison nodded. "Did they tell you what killed him?" When Spinebreaker didn't respond, Allison knew that his answer would be 'no'. "It was an accident. It was a mission."

Judging by the look of Spinebreaker's face, he has questions to ask. Good, Allison thinks. He's thinking for himself more, now. "Tell me what do you think."

"As your servant, what I think does not matter," Spinebreaker said. "As my servant, I must do what you say."

"I want you to answer, Luther. What do you think?"

"Mx Five said I was numbered One and I was the leader." Allison nodded, confirming his thought. "I failed to be a competent soldier because I let the life of a fellow soldier fall. I must be punished."

Allison hurriedly shook her head, widening her eyes. "You didn't! His death was an accident, you were a great team leader. You were fighting for your own life, but you didn't fail."

Allison grabbed Spinebreaker's hand, lowering it down to the plaque, where reads the quote May the darkness within you find peace in the light. Allison took Spinebreaker's forefinger and run it across the indents that form words.

"Don't blame yourself," Allison signed. "You always did, but it's not your fault. I'm grateful that we only lost a brother and not two. We almost lost you, but we got you back with us. Six years is a lot."

Spinebreaker didn't respond. Allison pulled Spinebreaker's hands, guiding him to follow her again. Spinebreaker didn't say anything, but it's evident in his eyes that he doesn't know where they're going and wants to know. Allison stopped in front of a tree and Spinebreaker followed en suite, her hand guiding Spinebreaker's to rub the tree back and forth.

"You said this tree is Dad's favourite place," Allison signed. "I don't know how you know that, but you do. What do you think happened? Why are you the only one who knows that?"

Spinebreaker didn't respond. Allison sighed, knowing that he doesn't remember. She thought he will if she brought him to the place where he insisted on their dad's ashes to be spread, where she knows he feels the most connected to their dad. She knew he treated him like shit, he treated everyone like shit, but she knew the space-loving boy felt the heaviest loss losing him (second to Pogo, of course).

"What do you think?" Allison asked. "Answer me, Luther."

No answer.

"Let's go inside."