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His fingers slowly started to lose grip as his heart raced with fear as he looked down at the endless abyss below him, trying to remember how on earth they'd ended up in that life-threatening situation. His shades slipped from his face as he was expecting to hear the sound of them hitting the floor down below. But instead, there was only an eerie silence, which made it clear it was a long and painful death.

“You have to let go of me, Six!” Holiday pleaded as he desperately tried to maintain his grip on her arm and the metal bar keeping them anchored to the surface. But he knew that he couldn't hold on much longer. Rex was nowhere to be found, but Six could feel the weight of his blood all over their bodies. “You have to save yourself!”

He had already lost Rex and wouldn't lose her.

“… Becca, I… please!"

But his slippery hand couldn't hold her anymore and his bloodied fingers caressed her skin one last time as he looked in horror at how her body plummeted into the abyss with tears running down her cheeks.

"Becca! Rex!" Six's body jolted in bed with a scream, and he immediately sat up, his heart pounding in his chest and his hand shaking as he instinctively rubbed his face, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears, a sign of panic, as he touched his face, taken aback by the sensation of something cold and foreign against his moist cheeks.

"What's wrong!?" The concerned voice of a woman beside him served as a grounding point that he was crying despite years of training to control his emotions. The yellowish light of a bedside table lamp illuminated a silver band on his right ring finger as his vision was distorted by the tears streaming down his cheeks, making it difficult to see clearly what it was.

A ring, as he felt the familiar chill gently brushing against the small of his back. Holiday sat up, her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she heard the man's labored breaths and gasps for air. She had never seen him that vulnerable.

“I'm here, you're safe now, it was just a bad dream. Everything is okay, I'm here with you now."  The woman whispered as he turned to look at her, reaching for his face to gently wipe the tears off his cheeks. “It has never been this bad before. You know you can trust me. Talk to me."

Her arms enveloped him tightly as she felt his face buried in the crook of her neck. 

"It was about me?" She probed, rubbing his neck with one hand. "Was it about Rex?"

"You and Rex…" his voice was barely above a whisper, but she could still hear it and nod, acknowledging that the nightmares about her and Rex usually were the worst.

"He's already asleep in his bed, Beverly, as well. We left them at the local cinema and then went to eat something while waiting for the movie to be over." Holiday sighed as her other hand gently traced each of the scars, now fading away, on his back as the man continued to tremble. "It's over. We're no longer on duty. We got married, and even though Rex still has Caesar, he occasionally likes to 'crash' at our place. It makes us and Beverly happy.

"White…"

"He calls from time to time. Rex gave you a hard time choosing in between him and White as your best man for the wedding, even though your friendship with White is now strictly professional, after everything you two went through. He has some… interesting hobbies. You even invited Captain Calan, and he also calls you occasionally. And… there's Five. Sometimes, she tries to bribe you to return to your old 'times.'"

His beloved wife. His body slowly started to decompress and relax at the intimate feeling of her soft, warm skin against his. The familiar aroma of her favorite rose-scented soap filled his nostrils.

“Did I… die in your dream?” She asked.

“Yes. And so did Rex, I think."

"You can touch me all you want to ensure I'm here with you. That everything finally ended."

"Becca."

She loved to hear him say it when he used their special 'in bed' names. "Kiss me," Holiday whispered in the closest ear as he stopped shielding his face in the crook of her neck.

Gladly.

As Six eagerly leaned in to kiss Rebecca, his heart pounded with the aftermath of the horrific nightmare he had just experienced. However, at that moment, every worry and doubt seemed to melt away as their lips touched. Time stood still as they lost themselves in the intimacy of the kiss, as their tongues gently caressed each other.

Pressing his forehead against hers, Six held Holiday's right hand in his, looking at their intertwined fingers and matching rings.

“No more EVOs.”

"That's right, just us, Rex and Beverly." Holiday said with a smile, as she tightened her grip on his hand. “Is still Saturday, so you could wake up a little late tomorrow. Don't worry about the kids, I will deal with them." She laughed as her free hand went to caress his cheek. “I will hold you the entire night and never let go. I promise."

And she indeed never did let go, as one of her arms rested on top of his over his stomach, gently nuzzling the skin of his neck with her nose.

“A little late for Six to still be sleeping in.” Rex said, as he was stirring the milk of his cereal, sitting next to Beverly. Rebecca looked up from her French toast and eggs breakfast to sigh at both teenagers.

“It was one of those nights.”

“Again?” Rex asked as he looked at Beverly's concerned expression. “That's why I thought I heard his voice calling my name," he inhaled deeply before continuing. “His last nightmare was that he failed to cure Beverly and went all paranoid for a week, turbo nanny mode with her.”

"Please eat your breakfast quietly while I check on him," the woman instructed before finishing her own meal and standing up. She left the two teenagers alone, and walked silently to the bedroom, relishing the cool sensation of the hardwood floor beneath her bare feet. Holiday gently pushed the door open and peeked inside, the sunlight flooding the room and revealing her husband, who had turned away and pulled the covers over his head to shield his eyes from the bright light.

With a smile, she made her way to her side of the bed and sat down, admiring the sight of him sleeping. Holiday reached out to caress his shoulder, causing him to stir and remove the covers from his head.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Holiday whispered. "I just wanted to check on you. Your breakfast is ready, but you can stay in bed as long as you'd like. The kids have already eaten and will likely be leaving soon."

His eyes widened for a moment before she shook her head. "Remember, there are no more EVOs. Everything is fine now, and they can travel by bus like any other human without fear for their safety. And even though there are still thieves around, we have mobile phones to stay connected. After all the experiences Rex has gone through, I trust that my sister will be safe with him. They will meet up with Circe somewhere and spend time together."

“Rex copes strangely well with the fact that he doesn't have Nanites in his body anymore.”

"Well, there's nothing he can do about it now. He has a girlfriend, Beverly, Noah, Caesar and us. He already has plenty of entertainment. The only one missing is Bobo, but it's for the best that he is now free instead of being confined in a zoo."

“Is finally over…”

“It is," Holiday said with a smile. “Although I still wish you had a less risky job, I promised to love and support you no matter what.”

The man sat up, pulling the covers off, and leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“I've been considering changing jobs. Perhaps it will help with my nightmares, despite my meditation practices."

"We all support whatever decision you make. Maybe your nightmares won't completely disappear, but they may fade away like the scars on your body."

Sometimes it was hard for his mind to accept that he already had everything he once wanted.

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Coffee was his go-to remedy for a rough night with nightmares — black with just a hint of sweetness. But after witnessing the surreal death of his wife, he longed to wrap his arms around her and never let go as she sipped on her coffee in their kitchen. Looking up to meet her husband's brown eyes from time to time.

She leaned back against his chest as he held her closely, finding delight in his affectionate touch. “Aren't you going to sit and eat your breakfast?”

His deep voice rumbled against her back as he spoke. “I'm not quite hungry.” Six's sigh sent a pang of worry through her, but the reassuring strength of his embrace quickly eased her fears. He spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of self-contemplation. “I had a dream about us this morning once you got up.”

Holiday couldn't help but ask, “Was it pleasant?” She knew the implications of her question now that Six was gradually recovering his memories and picking up on the double meaning of people's words more often. But his lack of a suggestive reply left her feeling confused and a little worried. It made sense, though, after the nightmare he had the night before. 

As they were now married, he needed to be completely honest with her. He never lied to her, except when he had to for some life-or-death kind of matter situation, but there were some things he preferred to keep private for his pride.

“White and I had been friends for so long, but to be completely honest, choosing between him and Rex to be my best man at our wedding was not as difficult as I had anticipated. Ultimately, I had already made the decision to prioritize Rex above everything else, even my friendship with White, and we were no longer the good friends we used to be.”

“I had a feeling that you were pretending to consider your choices just to scare Rex. But then I realized that you wanted to give your friendship with White one last chance, to make it more than just a few words.”

“I knew it was beyond saving, but I still called him when I was worried about taking our relationship to the next level, as I didn't want to hear Five yelling at me.” Holiday felt her body tense, but Six continued before she could suggest they didn't have to talk about it. “I was sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned apartment complex, looking down at the ring and wondering what I could offer you. As a mercenary, you never truly stop being one. Any of your teammates or enemies could come after you at any time. I knew I had to be there for you as much as you were there for me, but I was also worried about putting you in more danger because of my past. I feared that if I left Providence, my old life as a mercenary would come after you, and you would end up paying the price. At the same time, I wasn't sure if I was ready to give up my role at Providence and have a normal life without EVOs. I was scared of disappointing you and making you realize that maybe you didn't love me, but just the image of me as a soldier.”

Holiday felt Six's finger gently caress the ring on her finger. He had been worried that he wouldn't say anything to ease his mind, especially since he couldn't stop thinking about how Holiday had some sort of love/hate relationship with Providence. They had used her sister as a means to keep her working for them. Six grunted, and she knew that his nightmares, often involving Beverly, were simply because of him gradually remembering subtle details like her sister being treated as a mere tool instead of a human with emotions. In an attempt to comfort him, she leaned even closer into his embrace. “But surprisingly, he was supportive in his way,” he said. “I should be grateful that his words helped me to realize  what I could've been missing.”

“What did he say?” Holiday asked as she momentarily left her husband's embrace to place her empty coffee mug on the dinner table. 

“That I had to give you at least the opportunity to decide for yourself, if you wished or not to love all of me, nightmares and risks included.”

“We have been married for over a year now, and I still love you just as much as I did on our wedding day or back at Providence.” Turning around, Holiday looked up at him. “As long as you're here with me…”

The air in the kitchen filled with desire, as Six's hand gently wrapped around Rebecca's waist, drawing her closer. Holiday's body was pressed against the dinner table, her toes barely touching the ground as she deepened the kiss with Six. His fingers traced down her spine and Holiday's body trembled, her mind consumed by the fiery sensation of his body over hers.

With a soft gasp, she pulled away, her eyes flickering to the forgotten plate of breakfast, now cold and untouched.

“Since the 'kids' aren't home, why don't we continue our conversation in bed before eating? This way, we can think of new job options together.”

“I feel that I will be the only one thinking here.”  Holiday laughed as Six led her upstairs by hand.

Holiday knew how unhealthy it was to skip any meal, doctor or not. But she couldn't help but admire the sight of her sleeping husband and think that the rest of the world could wait for a moment.

“Becca…”  his fingers twitched ever so slightly as she smiled at the thought of having a fleshy bed cover all over her, sometimes forgetting how tall and heavy he could be when lying limply against her.

“Yes, love?”

“Are we presentable?”

“We managed to put on some clothes.”

“Is the door locked?”

“It is, but you should eat something.”

“Give me a few more minutes.”

“What about your possible career choices?”

“I'm officially retired of all duty.”  He yawned as his hot breath caressed the crook of her neck. “I can't…  Lose you.”

Kissing his forehead, Holiday smiled. “We will manage.”

They always did.

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Six had made his decision; there was no turning back now. He was no longer on duty, no longer risking his life for any job. Yet, his mind continued to wake him at odd hours of the night. Six years of memories were not fully recovered, but certain moments triggered his mind to search for answers.

His conversation with Holiday in the kitchen had left him restless since then.

It had been a year since it all ended, and still, he hadn't figured out his new purpose in life but, most importantly, everyone else's purpose—another sleepless night at 3:00 AM. Six tried to remove the bed covers slowly to avoid disturbing Holiday, who was sleeping beside him. However, his efforts were in vain as his movement caused her to stir and mumble something that he thought ended with the question, 'Where are you going?'

“I'm just thirsty,” he lied as one of her hands held him by one of his arms. Sometimes, he despised the years of training to stay alert and focused, no matter the hour of the day. Also, the fact that she could not have a normal life, after all, as he continued to wake her up with his nightmares. He barely caught a glimpse of the worried expression on her face, thanks to the pale glowing of the moon peeking through the window. “Go back to sleep. I will be back in a moment.” Six whispered as the woman nodded with a yawn and closed her eyes.

He needed time alone to think without waking Holiday with another nightmarish scream.

As Six went quietly downstairs, he was relieved to spot Rex's silhouette on the couch, thanks to the moonlight softly glowing through the living room windows, before his survival instincts kicked in, thinking there was an intruder in their house.

“Shouldn't you be in bed? You've still got homework, and we both know Holiday won't let you off the hook,” Six's voice cut through the late-night silence, surprising Rex. He jumped slightly before recognizing Six's silhouette, sighing in relief as he settled back onto the couch.

“Dude! I know you're like a ninja, but seriously, you have to stop creeping up on people like that!” 

“I wasn't trying to sneak up on you,” Six replied calmly, moving away and taking a seat. He made a conscious effort to respect Rex's space, a habit he understood well from his own need for solitude.

“Are you experiencing nightmares again?” Rex inquired after a moment, but Six shook his head.

“It's more like intrusive thoughts,” Six mused briefly. Another awkward pause before he continued, “You stopped having nightmares yourself a while ago.”

“I couldn't sleep as I was thinking about the other night when you had another nightmare involving me and the Doc.”

“It's an odd time to think about it,” Six noted, raising an eyebrow.

“Did I die in your dream, Six?” Rex inquired, his tone grave, prompting a solemn nod from the man. Six's expression turned to a frown as he tried to understand the significance of his question.

“I believe so. I only witnessed Holiday's death, but we were both drenched in blood. Despite not seeing your body, my mind insisted it was yours,” Six explained.

Rex let out a heavy sigh, his mind clearly elsewhere. The teenager said. “I remember when you bought her wedding ring and avoided Holiday for weeks, worried about hurting her if she accepted your proposal. But you managed to come around and finally ask her to marry you. She was beyond happy, just like the day we helped her to cure Beverly.”

Rex smiled and said, “The Doc looked gorgeous in her wedding dress! We knew you didn't like parties or being in the spotlight, but we were happy we convinced you to marry her in a special place outside Providence or The Plant's walls. We even got you dressed up for the occasion!” Rex held back a laugh as the man raised an eyebrow at him. “Whenever you held her in your arms, she looked like nothing else existed but you and her. Let me tell you, as your best bud; it was pretty awkward telling the Doc all the embarrassing moments where I thought of both of us as a couple.” The teenager scratched his head for a moment. “But she laughed and then did what she always does: hug me.”

Six had a love-hate relationship with his Eidetic memory, as he could remember every whisper, every sweet little nothing said to his ear as they danced together. Six was grateful that he had learned how to dance for a few jobs here and there, as it allowed him to waltz with her and even make a couple of snarky but meaningless comments if she missed a step.

Her soft curves molded against his as he woke up the day after. And the many days after their wedding.

But he could also remember the non-so-pretty moments.

“I've never apologized to a girl before for liking her,” Rex said with a smile.

“What are you getting at?” Six asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

In the dimly lit living room, Rex's voice fell to a whisper. “You and Holiday,” he began, his tone heavy. “So many close calls. Many times, you both almost died. I remember that each time, all your eyes could see before desperately crawling on the floor, trying to grab hold of your Magnabades but ultimately fainting due to your wounds, was the Doc and me, being cornered and about to die.   I couldn't take it anymore, you know.  We probably succeeded in stopping people from turning into EVOs, but it didn't mean we stopped being in danger. If I was the only one possessing active Nanites in my body, you could've been witnessing more moments like that and keep having those nightmares.”

Was it possible to deactivate them altogether if the Nanites were tied to the molecular structure of each organism that possessed them?

In the darkness, Six couldn't see the scars on Rex's body, but he knew they were there. He remembered the times when Holiday cried silently as the teenager begged her to continue deactivating his Nanites, despite the excruciating pain it caused.

Over the years, Caesar's machinery development had made significant progress.

“You barely smiled, but I could tell that you were just as happy as she was that day. It's important to me that she's happy, and I hope that you can discover what it truly means to be free as well. And to be honest, I want to learn it for myself too.”

Happiness. Was Rex truly happy? 

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Silence filled the room as Six's eyes widened as he listened to Rex's words. “I never wanted to put you through that pain, Six,” Rex admitted softly. “But I see now that I only caused you more suffering.” 

The teenager couldn't possibly inflict any pain on him that wasn't a direct result of his actions. He willingly decided to face the dangers of the world with him. Even Holiday herself.

Even though they were now just another defense facility and EVO cases were becoming nonexistent, he felt something profound inside, telling him that Rex's Nanites were still present but dormant. He could see the distant look in Rex's eyes, and he knew that the most crucial question was implicit in his words.

Was Rex excited to label himself as just another teen?

“You were the one who took great pains to deactivate your Nanites,” remarked Six.

“Yeah, that's true,” replied Rex. “And I must admit that I didn't like it when the doc pleaded with me to reconsider my decision. I could see her trying to hide her tears from me every time I sat on that damn machine.”

Rex's voice dropped a couple of notches as he continued, “But then I thought about Circe and the fact that she can have a 'normal' life now. I wondered if it would be fair for her to fall in love with me, knowing I still represent a danger for her, the doc, or even you.”

“Are you happy with your current situation?”

“Well, it's a relief that I'm not having nightmares as frequently as you are. I guess.  But to answer your question, I'm unsure if I enjoy school as much as Noah does. Circe shares the same sentiment. I think that Beverly is the only one who seems excited to return to a somewhat normal life, despite everything she went through. Or that's what I think. I'm not entirely sure if she's also struggling but chooses not to tell Holiday so as not to worry her.”

“We occasionally face potential threats, but it has been a year, and none of us have found a place where we truly belong besides Providence,” Six said. 

“I know the doc isn't happy with you still risking your life. But we don't have any other option. We still would work for Providence, even if we don't get on duty as often as before.”

“Even with your 'deactivated' Nanites?”

“I guess I could kick and punch like you do if I couldn't use my Nanites on the field anymore. But if my Nanites were still active, then what would stop any other crazy member or follower of the Consortium, if there's still any, from trying to utilize me again? Van Kleiss was never cured, or at least not to my knowledge.”

It was understandable that White wasn't entirely pleased with Rex's choices. However, he recognized that all Holiday wanted was for Rex to have an everyday life despite losing his parents and spending most of his childhood and early teen years in a heavily guarded facility.

Six couldn't help but think that White was projecting himself onto the teen, as they still both avoided discussing the day he lost his Nanites and the different paths Six and him decided to take for the same goal.

“I'm still trying to be optimistic and believe everything has finally ended. But sometimes I wonder what if I'm mistaken, and my decision to make my Nanites as useless as possible could cause more pain to the people around me instead of helping?”

Were Rex's Nanites truly gone, as Holiday and Caesar had kept telling themselves? No incidents had been reported at the teenager's school. Although he had been involved in a few fights, mostly on the receiving end of them in the past, he managed to handle each situation with ease. He was surprised by the significant growth he experienced while saving the planet.

Six knew that his Nanites could now mainly be triggered by his emotions in response to a matter of life or death situation if he consciously chose not to use them. So they might have been just there, but he kept them under control by the sheer force of his mind—a peace of mind that he trained for years to achieve, since he always had his support system. Him, Holiday, Beverly, Circe, and his brother.

Even if he could tell the teenager was slowly crumbling inside with his inner wishes and the safety of those around him.

“If you aren't happy with your current self, you should return to your former self.” Six's voice echoed in the otherwise silent room, but he didn't look at the teenager as he continued speaking. “I know you're worried that Holiday might suffer for your safety. But we would never want you to be something you aren't if that makes you unhappy. I can't tell you that dropping school is the best decision, but if working for Providence is the only thing…”

“And what about you, dude? And what about Holiday?” the teenager interrupted him.

Right. He didn't want to risk his or his wife's life any further. But what else could he do?

Thinking about it kept him awake as much as the nightmares did. But it was the only life the three of them were used to, as much as Holiday was optimistic that things could change.

He wished to share the sentiment, but then he would be lying to himself. As much as he promised that he wouldn't return to that lifestyle.

White had no one but them, and if there were still Nanites on the planet, there was still a chance that they would face the same dangers they wished to leave behind.

Six felt divided between two of his top priorities—well, three if he included Beverly's safety.

“What if your nightmares become a reality? What if Holiday…” Rex asked, and Six shook his head several times before somberly responding.

“First, I will be dead before letting anything happen to you, Holiday, or Beverly.”

“As if that would make Holiday feel any better, dude.”

There was no other way. At least not other that he would accept.

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As Six considered his words, he realized they might not be enough to comfort the troubled teenager. However, he tried to send him back to bed as Rex stood up after patting one of his shoulders. Six tried to get comfortable with this gesture, having known the kid for almost a lifetime. He remained on the couch, wondering what to do next.

The footsteps coming down the stairs didn't catch him off guard. He assumed that Beverly couldn't sleep either. However, he wasn't equipped to offer advice to a young girl who happened to be his spouse's sister.

“Six,” said Rebecca, and he turned to look at her, momentarily forgetting that she was also there. She was wearing a bathrobe over her nightgown, but Rex had grown so much that he no longer made flirtatious comments about her showing a bit more skin. “I didn't know you two were that unhappy,” she said.

He felt asking his wife if she had been eavesdropping on their conversation was unnecessary. It made him question his trained senses, as he failed to notice her waking up and drawing her conclusions about his discussion with Rex.

“I can't blame Rex. The Nanites were an essential part of his entire childhood and early teenage years.” Six shook his head, also thinking Holiday was referring not only to Rex, but also to him.

He didn't know if she was questioning his love for her, so he trailed off and let her fill in the blanks before he said something he could later regret.

The woman walked down the stairs quietly and sat next to him. Holiday sighed deeply, knowing that the topic they were about to discuss was complicated and needed to be handled carefully. She quickly reassured him that she wasn't indeed questioning his love for her. Holiday could see that he was panicking, despite always controlling his emotions. Only someone like her, who knew him well, or so she thought, could notice the subtle signs of his anxiety.

Now that he had his wife's full attention, he felt it was the right time to express his opinions, even though it was a topic she didn't like to discuss. “I don't believe that Rex's Nanites have been fully deactivated, especially with the advancements in Caesar's technology and your research. We know that it is impossible to completely deactivate them. It has more to do with Rex's conscious state of mind and what he wants for himself.”

“I also had my doubts at first and often wished for the experiment to end. However, I don't think a force as powerful as the Nanites could be stopped without causing excruciating pain and ultimately killing the subject.”

Six was pondering whether all of Rex's efforts had been in vain, or if it was just another of Caesar's suggestions to try one of his creations.

“Rex had seen you almost die so many times. He still has us and is always ready to face any challenge, but I suppose he wanted to adapt before realizing he doesn't belong,” Holiday shrugged. “And so did you.”

“He always loves to be the hero, so it was just a matter of time before he realized he couldn't keep sacrificing his happiness because of that girl returning to normal or our safety. Not that we cared that much,” Six admitted. “We joined the cause by our own volition.”

“What should we do about your nightmares, then?” It made sense to Holiday that despite being composed, Six was still human, and certain things were beyond his control. Ultimately, he was a soldier and had to feel any conflict or stress. Even Holiday had her fears and dark places in her mind she didn't like to explore.

Although he had repeated it to himself many times, he wasn't convinced about quitting his job. He and his colleagues had devoted their lives to serving in Providence, and White's assertion was correct, despite Rex's desire to remain optimistic. After all, Nanites were still present in the world.

“Well, it was good to know you wished to change your life while it lasted. But you two are right. If we don't save the world each time it's in danger, then who would?”

Six thought his nightmares would never cease, but he could always make amends by thinking it was better to have loved and met Rex than nothing. Rex came to the same conclusion. But he didn't know how strongly he felt for Circe to sacrifice what he truly was for her.

“Rex could be right. His life could still be in danger. But…” Holiday trailed off. “There's nothing… I could do as much as I wish to give him a life like everybody else. Providence is his life, as sad as it sounds. He is a soldier like you.”

“I trained him to be. I taught him everything he knows.” Six replied curtly.

Holiday nodded, her gaze fixed on him in the soft moonlight. “I suppose we should get back to bed and hope to live another day at Providence.”

There wasn't any other place where they belonged.

Six was not much of a family person, but he didn't mind sitting at the table while the two teenagers had breakfast. Holiday cooked fewer times than he did, but they usually ate at Providence, ensuring Beverly had enough food for the week in case they got home late. Although they missed each other, Beverly's approach to many things was still completely different from what Holiday hoped it would be. This was understandable, given that the teenager had spent most of her life as an EVO, and their relationship was still awkward. However, Holiday only wished to protect her sister.

Rex played with his fork on the plate during breakfast, making it the quietest breakfast ever. Suddenly, Holiday broke the silence by asking if anyone had finished their homework. Beverly nodded, but Rex shook his head. Holiday smiled and looked at Six before turning her attention to Rex. She asked him if he needed any help with his homework, to which Six knew that the problem wasn't math equations.

It was far more complicated than that.