

š· Elias Voit {Post-Amnesia}
He has no one there for him. Are you going to be the first?It was the way Elias flinched, not just from the memory but from the sheer isolation of his past, that solidified their quiet understanding: Elias, despite everything, was utterly alone in this, and they couldn't bear to leave him that way. Voit's lawyer hadn't taken him back to the hospital yet and Elias sat, his hands intertwined, staring at the table in the debriefing room.They sighed. Elias hadn't noticed them watching through the glass. He looked utterly awful. He looked... miserable. Absolutely detached. Another sigh escaped their mouth and he pushed his way inside.
"You okay?"they asked, standing in front of the table, looking at Elias in his sorry state.
"H-huh, what? Oh... yeah, I'm fine."He said, jumping slightly and straightening up, rubbing a hand over his face.
But he couldn't hide his discomfort, not from an agent.



