• Dane glanced back at her unconscious body lying on the medical table, and grimaced. Then he averted his eyes back to the screen of images in front of him. Before his eyes were her more precious possession- her memories. As an officer of the law, hired to carry out the emperors will, he sometimes had access to these "Mind Machines" as they call them. He told his Captain that she was suspected of crimes against the Capitol, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He had taken her for far more selfish reasons, known only to him, and possibly to her. He took her to convince himself he was right. That his reassurances to himself weren't wrong, that she was scum, unworthy of him. A selfish little chit who set out only to hurt him. But the pictures in front of him were doing the exact opposite. He couldn't find an instance of her plotting, or hating or even looking down upon him. She had just come back from a meeting with a friend when he had captured her, and now he saw how much she cared for the ones she spent time with. How much she had cared for him, despite his doubts. How easy it would be for him to get her back, now that he knew exactly what she wanted to hear, but he knew he couldn't. Not after this. There would always be that between them, at least to him. And restraints like that are what take the joy out of being in love. He felt guilty now, though. Guilty for breaking her heart, even as she broke his. Guilty of what he was doing now- invading her life. There was so much he could see now, things he knew she would never want the world to know He figured it would be valuable, possibly. But he also knew he would never be able to go against her again. Against his Aria. Against the girl he loved loves. Against himself.