Alexi was sitting in one of the racks, not laying down yet, arms crossed across his stomach as he looked around, a combination of feelings in his mind all arguing for control right now. Fear, panic, hate, despair, and a whole mess of other such emotions. He settled on a low, simmering hate for just about everything around him for now, until it proved needless. He could still clearly remember the group of men in suits that went and stole him right off the street, and he half unconsciously rubbed at the black eye he had ended up with, despite their attempts to bring him in unharmed.

He remembered beaning one with a rock before they got their hands on him, and his flailing struggle probably hadn't helped in him not earning a thump or two. But he had to know why, because whatever the old woman had said didn't help there. Both his parents worked for these people, maybe not directly, so he figured there would have been something there that would have prevented this. Or maybe it was the reason, he didn't know. His parents kept their working life strictly secret from him, despite what little he had found snooping about the house where he wasn't supposed to be.

But all that meant nothing, Alexi decided, he was trapped here now to be some weapon for the very same people his parents were so dedicated to serving. He didn't buy that whole protectors of earth line, way he figured, kids didn't protect anything very well. That did bring some memories that brought a slight smile on his face as he finally fell back on the rack, smile fading faster than it briefly appeared, replaced with sorrow and longing to be back home. Maybe he'd find a way, he would have to keep his eyes open. With that, he passed out, tired considering all that happened thus far already.