Felix choked on a disbelieving, wordless exclamation, turning back to face the agent. "Official investigation? How could they even... I'm not, I don't..."
He had been a different person in those photos. That person, that Felix -- no official last name, no identity, no birth certificate -- no longer existed. That was the story that Felix Harrowgate had been made to learn and to live in order to have the life that Malkar had created for him. He had to believe it, even when he knew it wasn't true.
Burying his face in his tattooed hands, Felix muttered the name of a rather posh gay bar and dance club in a very fashionable area of London, where anonymous sexual encounters in the back halls were commonplace. He frankly didn't care if Aaron knew about that.
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Date: 2015-06-25 03:13 am (UTC)From:He had been a different person in those photos. That person, that Felix -- no official last name, no identity, no birth certificate -- no longer existed. That was the story that Felix Harrowgate had been made to learn and to live in order to have the life that Malkar had created for him. He had to believe it, even when he knew it wasn't true.
Burying his face in his tattooed hands, Felix muttered the name of a rather posh gay bar and dance club in a very fashionable area of London, where anonymous sexual encounters in the back halls were commonplace. He frankly didn't care if Aaron knew about that.