I turn to glance around, wondering when mon rouge is going to arrive. I'm smart enough to realize that him hearing half of the things bleu and I are saying would do more harm than good in the long run. Again with the false hope.

The question catches me wrong footed, and I turn back to him with a frown. "Before?"

Was there anything before?

No, I don't think so.

If there was, certainly Messiah would have made sure to remove it, erase it. In the slim chance that I am in any way related to their past, Messiah would not have left those kinds of human protocols intact. Would it?

"If there was..." I start carefully. "Anything before. Those thirteen years of darkness would have effectively erased it."