Lucas didn't answer right away. His hand still trembled in Trevor's, but his eyes were steady now. Not because the pain had passed, but because it had a name.
"He didn't do anything yet." He said quietly he wanted revenge, but as far as this life was going, that man never met him until now.
Dax hummed, swirling the water in his glass like it might turn into something stronger if he stared long enough. "A beta now," he repeated, almost to himself. "So either suppressed or altered. Could be a fluke. Could be engineered. Either way, he shouldn't have triggered you like that unless there's more underneath."
Lucas exhaled slowly. "There's always more underneath."
Trevor's hand was still wrapped around his, grounding him with quiet force. "You're right," he said. "He hasn't done anything yet. So we don't act yet."
Dax looked vaguely disappointed.
