"You better tell me tomorrow, bastard!" Steel yelled after Lee. He didn't have a chance to say anything else in response even if he could come up with one. His mind felt jumbled and numb. How could he not be ready to remember? Just the idea was laughable. Still, he found himself dropping into a dark mood. Was it possible he was better not knowing before the memories came to him naturally-- if they even would come back. He believed most in that possibility. He thought about it and his choice hadn't changed. He needed to know no matter what he needed to go through to get it. This was Steel's choice and even if Lee had to torture him or whatever, it would be only Steel's fault for wanting this so bad.

He kicked the bars to let loose the last of his energy before curling up with a wince. Now his foot hurt to top off everything else. Steel muttered under his breath and crossed his arms. He would stare at these bars and do nothing until tomorrow. Waiting was one of his better talents and he had little else to do now.