Steel must have spent most of the night alternating between staring at the cell bars and pacing in the hardly pace-able space he had. He was just making himself dizzy and finally he just sat down and suffered the time. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't stay still, but he couldn't do anything either. He was starting to hate isolation. With that thought came the image of Lee--the one who banished his isolation from time to time.

When Steel first saw Lee's tattoos, he remembered something. A something that wasn't so much a memory as an emotion, but he was sure now that they were his. Such strong emotions he hardly believed in, but they were in him somewhere he liked to ignore. Lee was important. He couldn't deny it to himself, even if he couldn't say that to someone else. Why was it Lee specifically that he seemed to forget everything about. Unless the person that screwed up his memories had an agenda, it didn't make sense. And even if they did have an agenda, it still made no sense. Did this make him a more efficient soldier? Steel didn't understand, because any happy childhood memory would do for that. Why did it have to be Lee?

Because Lee was important.

Steel finally did fall asleep with that thought running over in his mind.