Seven bit down his teeth. He had made an assumption. It was so stupid to assume. He assumed that when he woke up, with all the others dead, something happened. An intruder came in, something, and he had been left.
What if the Asset was right? He gaped, and his back hit the alley wall as the realization dawned on him. They had given up on their assets. He had lost his use. Had he failed them? Was he so useless to them now he was being thrown away? He shook his head, trying to think things through. Would they abandon him, if there was an intruder?
“I don’t know.” He finally admitted. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
He dropped his head now, banging his fists to his temples where they typically wiped him. He almost wished they’d wipe him now, the entire exchange burned his head.
“I don’t remember much before Hydra, that’s… making. I don’t know much about the Five either. I remember… what they smelled like, in the rubble.” He gagged, finally lowering his hands from his temples, fingers releasing from the tight, clenched grip. “I don’t think I asked for anything.”