*Zaine's in the bathroom right now so he didn't hear the knock on the door.*
Zaine Draxon:
They didn't understand. Then again, they weren't supposed to understand. Zaine thought as he dabbed a soaked cloth against his neck, washing off the blood. He had always been careful to only ever use his ability for party tricks and pranks at Tarragon. He had never wanted his friends to see that part of him, knowing they would condemn him if they ever did see it. His secret, darkest heart.
Staring in the mirror Zaine saw a young man with dishevelled black hair and bloodshot golden eyes. The last day had really taken it's toll on him. His hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to let the anger go. Where did Emma get the right to hate him for being true to who he was. Seriously, did any of them think for even a second that what had happened in that facility was anything new to Zaine.
He smiled mirthlessly, if anything it was par for the course. Zaine had long ago ceased caring about the lives he had taken. He lived by the law of the jungle, and better them than him. It was the only way he had survived.
*Zaine could use some sympathy right about now. Keep in mine he's still dealing with PTSD from his first round with Cypher, being taken again has brought up a lot of unpleasant memories.*

I knew someone would suggest that.