Seeing Raymond''s expression, Christopher''s alter knew he''d hit the mark. His feeling had been just a vague hunch-he hadn''t expected there actually had been a wine cab there.
He carefully sorted through his memories and confirmed he had never visited the arena before. Confusion clouded his mind, his brow furrowing deeply.
Raymond didn''t allow him much time to think, pressing the knife directly against his throat.
"What''s your name?" he asked, referring to the second personality.
"Mario."
A mocking glint shed in Raymond''s eyes as he applied slight pressure, instantly drawing a thin line of blood on Mario''s neck. Yet Mario showed no fear, knowing Raymond needed him alive for information about the research facility.
Raymond withdrew the knife and stood, studying Mario carefully.
Mario started to disy Christopher''s signature gentle smile, but Raymond cut him off, "Drop that disgusting smile."
Mario''s face froze, his expression turning hostile.
Raymond began his interrogation. "They experimented on Christopher, and then you emerged. Is that right? You''re the second personality they induced? What function were you designed to serve?"
Mario despised such questions above all else. He had never epted beingbeled merely as "Christopher''s second personality"-he had always had his own name.
But what had he been called before?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn''t remember.
His expression darkened considerably, his hands balling into tight fists, rage radiating from his entire being.
Only now did Raymond fully appreciate how vastly different this personality was from Christopher''s. How had this alter emerged? What purpose had it been created to serve?
Only by learning more about the research facility could Raymond improve his odds of
sess.
Faced with these questions, Mario remained stubbornly silent, his entire demeanor radiating resistance.
"Mario, is it?" Raymond continued. "I''ve researched multiple personality disorders. There are several possibilities for the rtionship between personalities. Sometimes the primary personality knows about the secondary one, sometimes neither knows about the other. In some cases, the secondary personality knows about the primary one, or they''re both aware of each other. Which category do you and Christopher fall into?"
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Raymond stood in his ck suit, his leather shoes making crisp sounds against the floor as he paced slowly.
Mario remained silent. He had never ssified himself and Christopher as primary and secondary personalities. From the moment he had awakened in this body, he had felt an intense rejection of Christopher, wanting to destroy him.
Raymond casually yed with the knife in his hand.
He spoke up, "Christopher knows about your existence, doesn''t he? He helped Selena several times when you two were in conflict."
After ten minutes of continued silence, Raymond''s patience wore thin. He put away his knife and gave instructions to his associate. "Take him to that room. Have someone recite Christopher''s achievements over the years."
Helen didn''t understand Raymond''s purpose but immediately carried out his orders.
Mario was taken to a room flooded with bright light, making it impossible to discern his surroundings. A woman''s voice began methodically listing Christopher''s aplishments during his time in Silver Bay City.
The youngest medical prodigy, participating in research with experts while still a teenager, frequently winning international awards.
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The female voice calmly recited Christopher''s achievements chronologically-from childhood equestrian and golf awards to his teenage medical des. Christopher had been exceptionally brilliant; his numerous awards would take days to fully enumerate.
The voice continued relentlessly, like an incantation echoing in Mario''s mind—a match struck inside a gunpowder warehouse.
Mario paced frantically around the room, seeking escape from the voice. But it prated everywhere, until finally he shouted at the blinding white light, "Stop reading! Shut up!"
But the voice continued, like distant chanting.
In another room, Raymond sat with a bottle of wine, also able to hear the recitation. Fingering his ss, he reflected on Christopher''s brilliance. He had known Christopher was exceptional, but hearing the extensive list of achievements gave him a deeper appreciation for how extraordinary Christopher had once been.
If there could only be one chosen one in the world, it would undoubtedly have been Christopher.
Raymond gazed quietly at the wine in his hand, his fingertip tracing the rim of the ss.
Helen entered the room, stunning as always in her red dress, apanied by the bodyguard with whom she shared an ambiguous rtionship.