He turned to the man.

"Well it couldn't get any worse."

He cracked a weak smile.

"We do good work here. Good enough to keep me going. Its just... ill never forget what happened, and everynight I relive it. The only time I don't think about it, is when I'm off on a mission. My past won't effect my work. But uh, my quality of living isn't too great."

He laughed humorlessly.

"You work for the Foundation... you've felt loss, but how much did you lose? How much of you is dead huh?"

(Lavrov breathed deeply. There was that word - loss. He knew it well, but... see, Lavrov always was a little off in the emotion department. He could fake his empathy, he could fake his pride, he could fake his friendliness and lots of other things. But loss? He hardly knew. Not that never lost anyone in his life, he had; many times. Dr. Evans from the hands of SCP-953, Agent Shields from his little stunt with SCP-231-7, even his adopted son who died from an infection brought on by SCP-217. Yet somehow, he was numbed by the fact of loss. Yes, there was sorrow, but it was only a passing feeling. Never leaving a lasting impression. Of course, there was a reason for that. His father's death was why. Even if it wasn't by the affairs of the Foundation, it was the thing that made any other loss in life... meaningless. One reason he's such a professional with his work.)
Dr. Lavrov: "I'm quite dead inside. I know the feeling, it's unbearable. Makes you lose control even. We just need to... tough it out. Just, try not to let it become aware to the O5. If you screw up somehow, mission or no, they'd administer a class-A amnesiac to ya'. You don't want that, captain. Just stay strong."

"Yeah, ill be fine. I... I've lived with it for years. I don't think it'll bring me down now. Thanks for the talk."

Slade turned and grabbed another pizza slice.

*He found a secluded hallway. He sat down and took a sip of his beer.*

You haven't spoke in awhile. Too busy to talk?

*He hears nothing but his own voice. He took another sip.*

I take it you looked in the envelope finally?

What the hell happened that day? The day when Dr.Gears brought me to his office and I lost my memories about us?

That, I'm afraid, is something I cannot answer, as I too have been trying to figure out what happened. But that damn Dr. Gears is elusive. Always able to hide and get away from my grasp. I hope to lure him out of hiding by using-

The virus.

Yes.

Don't you know what will happen if you unleash that virus? Innocent people will die due to your vengeful actions!

So what... Let them die. In fact, I hope they all die.

*He was shocked to hear what he said.*

What?!?! I-I...

Don't get in my way. I don't want to hurt you. Just everyone else.

I-I won't let you!

Don't speak to me again. Not until I'm finish creating the virus...

I'm not done talking yet! Hey!

*There was no reply.*

Goddamit.

*He threw his beer at a wall. He started to believe that the Dr. Ether he knew was starting to disappear, and only he can save him.*

I guess it's all up to me now. Although it seems impossible to do so.

*He felt.... sad.*

Gale looked from the faceless man to the many scientist and back to Slade. He knew well of the incident, though at the time, he knew only so much of Slade. As for family... he wondered when the last time he'd seen family. He couldn't remember, in fact the last one he remembered was when he'd

Forced the door open with a crowbar and jumped out a window to save his brother. The fall wasn't far, but the officer, had the officer decided to shoot my other comrade, he wouldn't have

shot a few photos back in Cali with very little to worry about but the debilitating currency. Though, he did not find money to ever be a mandate of life.

Gale winced at the memory. No, he couldn't remember now. His brother died by mines. Nothing there. He stood up and joined Slade.

"You okay, friend? You look a bit weathered."

"Ill be fine lad. I just, miss my family. They were my... home. But their dead. You know what happened don't you?

"Jah, I know what happened. ButI'm sorry Slade, I'm sorry this has happened you, and I'm sorry that I"

understand how it feels to see family shot, I know I've seen my part.

Hehe... Don't deny it, Gale. It is only a matter of time before the you find those memories uncovered from its tomb. Only a matter of

time.." Gale blinked and looked back at Slade.

"Only a matter of time, eh? Do you think there is second chances, friend?"

"...Yes"

He looked at Gale.

"But mine sure hasn't come"

"It should be here soon, I know it," Gale breathed a shaky sigh, "I can feel it, and it ain't just you."

He looked to the doctor and pulled a nearby chair, sitting next to him.

"I guess everybody's got a touch of melancholy here. What's got you? Loss? Sorrow? Anger? Seems like emotions are running deep, and it ain't just the alcohol."

Gale felt a memory resurface, but it was not like the previous memories. It was just a city, but he remembers

walking through the building, wondering just how it had stayed intact after being shelled so bad. Entering, hearing my brother tell me of a sign that reads

"Echo Hotel", and it was a prominent thought in itself.

"Doctor Lavrov, do you remember any SCP Foundation affiliations with an Echo Hotel by any chance?" Gale asked.

Mestiar started to hear the conversation of Gale and Slade, aiming his lost view to the cold floor

I have spend a lot of time on that "basement"... A lot of time... he though

The basement, that´s how Mestiar liked to call his place of work, a secret part of the foundation deep on the ground, not everyone knows about it, it is so that people think it is a myth, what kind of thing do they experiment down there? The only one who can answer that is Mestiar, but he will not say anything about his work, it´s to dangerous.

After all the conversation, Mestiar got up his view, watching the emptyness of a corner in the room, he was feeling that weird thing again, symphaty!
-At least you have your body, your flesh. He says.