The moment Saive stepped through the door into the equally as bright hallway, he heard a click close to his right ear. He blinked and when his eyes opened he was looking out of the corner of his eye down the barrel of a gun.

"Don't move." The man holding the gun said in Jaedan. There was one more person standing next to him. They were both dressed in Vernajjia's Military garb.

"Fuck you." Saive spat in Vernajjian.

He saw the men glance at each other. They switched completely to Vernajjian.

"Close the door," The man holding the gun said to the other. The other man shut the door with a snick, locking Roenan back in. "Get someone to check the medic that was in there." The Vernajjian said to the other, who nodded and turned to walk down the hall to the right.

"You might get the coroner to check the medic." Saive hissed after the man as he walked away, earning himself a pistol-whip from the man with the gun.

"Walk." The man demanded as Saive was pulling himself back up, wiping at his lip and glaring angrily at him. The man moved his chin up once to indicate that Saive should start walking left down the hall.

When Saive didn't budge the man reached to grab for the back of his neck to force him forward, but Saive harshly smacked out at the man's arm, "I'm going!" he said as he rolled his neck. The action was more of a cringe from the thought of the man's touch than to relive any stiffness. He suddenly grabbed Saive's white hospital shirt by the collar and shoved him into the wall with a slam.

"Don't be smart with me, you son of a bitch. Don't think I won't fucking use this." He hissed, pushing the gun into Saive's temple.

Saive huffed a laughed before he shoved at the man. "You won't kill me. Do you think I'm naïve enough that I can't recognize you're on orders not to kill me. Get off of me!" He said shoving harder. The man slammed his fist into the wall next to Saive's face, causing the air to stir through his hair and across his cheek. His breath hitched.

"I might not be on order to kill you right now; you little peice of shit," the man hissed. "But it doesn't mean I won't hesitate to shoot you." the man said, pointing his gun toward Saive's knee. The man paused for a second and crouched down to be on the same level as Saive who was shorter. He looked at the man's face from under his eyebrows and watched as a sneer made its wait into his features. "And I know what makes you crack." The man said, pointedly. "We all do."

Saive felt the blood leave his face along with a sensation similar to ice cold water being dumped onto his body.

"Walk." The man whispered. Before standing up and pointing his gun down at him with another loud click.

He ground his teeth together and began to walk. His mind wandered to Roenan as he walked. He wondered what Roenan thought of him, seeing him nearly kill someone so easily.  But Roenan wouldn't understand. Roenan had no idea what he had been through or what he was going through. He also wondered why they had even brought that idiot here in the first place and what they intended to do with him. But, he knew why he was here. He was a Jaeden militant, a spy, and he had been caught. He had valuable "enemy" secrets and tactics stored deep in a vault his brain. They needed him to crack.

What was clear was that Roenan was of mixed race. He had a hint of the Jaeden's darker skin, but there was a paleness to it that indicated he had a lighter race mixed in. His hair was the light chocolate-brown that was normally associated with a Vernajjian. But his eyes... Roenan's eyes were even more unique than his own silver pair. Roenan's pupils were surrounded by heavy spotting of the Jaedan silver, but then faded into a caramel only seen in those with Vernajjian decent.

Saive snapped out of his thoughts when they reached the end of the hall they turned left down a shorter hallway. Everything was still too bright and white. He briefly wondered if color was forbidden in this country.

They had nearly reached the end of the short hall when the man ordered him to stop. There was a door to their right with a small number pad and scanner to the side. The man went up and pinned in a code then scanned his finger. There was a beep and the sound of the heavy lock unlatching. The man opened the door and beckoned Saive to go first.

Saive walked into the dark room. There was a table in the center with two chairs on each end. The table end toward the right had built in handcuffs, and there were ankle cuffs chained to the floor by the chair. The only faint light that the room provided pointed toward the center of the table. It wasn't hard to figure out how he would be spending the following hours. His gut twisted as he walked further into an interrogation room.