"To be honest, the word 'avert' is incorrect... my powers flared up in the court room but I tried to ignore them, and I get the feeling nobody paid much attention. After all, without this blade all my eye does is turn red and I get a heightened sense that something is a lie. There could be any number of reasons why they didn't notice. Perhaps it was just luck working in my favor," he paused, "but in any event, it worked well enough. I always felt something was off but I also told myself that it was just me overreacting to things. When I started noticing my memory getting worse, I began to assume it was because of all the headaches I had begun having and began taking aspirin... but that wasn't exactly the case. A day ago, I was visited by a girl on the Order side and she practically drilled everything into my head.
"Secretly, though... I think all I wanted was someone to crush my denial. I wanted to stop averting my eyes... but I don't think I had the strength to do it myself. Still... a few months and you're already forgetting vital pieces of information... hmm..." Rupert pondered to himself in place as he stared at the ground.