"No idea." Maeve replies to Sam. She sits the boy down in the next room. Muttering as she takes off the bag "so why would they need to tie you up like this?" Maeve stops when she sees his face "why are you fucking here?" She says quietly.
Morgan looks around slowly, his eyes really swelled and beaten. "Where....where...?" He stutters, his mouth full of blood.
Maeve's eyes widen as she steps back, pale like she had seen a ghost. She sits against the wall opposite him and shuts the door. "You don't recognise my voice do you?"
He vaguely sees her. "Who...who...?" He mutters as he suffered from memory loss after being tortured.
"After all the time I spent in your shadow, you still don't even recognise my voice?" Maeve says with her Irish accent showing. "You hurt me so much and you don't know how much." A tear rolls out of Maeve's eye, "too much. Your own twin..."
"Wait.....wait....." He lets a little bit of blood spill out my mouth. "M-m...Maeve..?" He slowly reaches out his hand. "Sister... I missed you.." He slowly opens his eyes more to see Maeve clearly.
Maeve draws away from Morgan "I doubt it." She mutters quietly, her Irish accent still strong because of her emotions.
"Well I'd say," Hans looks directly into Kesi's eyes. "You feel the same way I felt several years ago."
"I was lost in a desert... Trying to survive... I Didn't know how to get back to you..." He slowly gets up and walks over to her. "I had to travel many many miles across Africa somewhere... And somehow sneak on a plain to get here. While that happened I was wounded by a uncleaned bullet to the shoulder, what I thought killed me..."
Maeve stands and walks out the room, just avoiding Seth "someone else deal with him. I can't." She wipes her eyes with her sleeve as she walked out the infirmary.
"Maybe.. It should of killed me..." He whispers as tears roll from his eyes and he curls up a bit in the corner.