With a soft sigh Eric Hawthorne sat in his favorite chair, slowly sipping the 35 year old single malt scotch as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come. Oh he hated Bryan Murphy. Not because the man had ratted him out, not even because all his work was being undone by the guy either...but because Void was a symbol of all that was wrong with the whole messed up system. A mercenary pimping himself out for cash, using his abilities to hunt and track down other supers...dragging them to hell all for a fucking payday.
In truth being caught in this web was always a possibility, but not being able to kill that man, not being able to stop Murphy from ever forcing more supers into this life, that was his one real regret. Taking a life was always regrettable, yet Eric wished it had worked. If only to prevent another innocent being forced to become a weapon for a government that viewed them as not even human. That forced them to take lives in the name of a broken system that kept his kind enslaved.
He knew they were coming, yet fighting his way free just wasn't in the cards. Not if it meant hurting innocents, human and super alike. So with a frown he glanced to the door when he heard the loud knock at his door. His sidearm still holstered and left on the desk. Hawthorne adorned in his best suit and tie. With a gulp the man downed the last of his drink, carefully setting the glass aside before finally speaking up. "Just a moment, Juliet."
Those eyes of his flashed for a moment as Eric tapped into his power; yet instead of unleashing a wave of his pheromones the handler turned his power to alter memories onto himself. Oh the pain was brutal, causing his nose to bleed as Eric scoured through that mind of his. Ripping away all trace of certain memories, tearing out chunks at a time, until key bits were purged completely. The fact that his parents were supers, the knowledge of his real purpose here in Limbo, all of it torn away. His last ditch effort to keep his loved ones safe. He recalled his time in Limbo, yet the narrative had changed in his head...his reasons for being here scrubbed and altered, until the man himself was left thinking he had come here to merely hide in plain sight. To hide from those who would hunt him down, and to try and make life easier for those who had been caught.
At last he slowly staggered to his feet, head pounding and a light sheen of sweat clinging to his brow. With a grimace Eric moved to knees, placing his hands behind his head before calling out at last in a shaking breathless tone. Yet despite the physical toll, and the exhaustion he felt, there was resignation in his voice as well. "Ready when you are, Juliet...though if Frost is with you, please be so kind as to request he go easy on the suit. I just had it pressed."