Can You Say KABOOOOOM?

"I don't know! You're the criminal mastermind here!!"

Damien sighed and went silent at that. If she kept thinking that he was a criminal mastermind, as she had put it, it was going to rip him apart. Hopefully she would get her memory back... and if not, Tristan was dead.

He spread out his arms, then pointed to himself. "Do I really look like a criminal mastermind?"

He wasn't the smartest person around, nor did he really look the part.

"You HIRED someone to kill me!?"

Time to explain. "One of my enemies did it... he hates me and, since you're pretty much my only friend, wanted to make both of our lives miserable by hurting you."

This was definitely going to be complicated.

The second question he could respond to easily. Offering a kind smile, he said, "My last name is Trust." Oh, he was glad that was his last name. It could come in handy sometimes. "If you can't trust me, then who can you trust?"

He nodded. They had only met on a few occasions, but he knew her well enough to say yes to that question. "Oui," Damien said, not realizing he had gone into French.

She still knew French? That struck him as slightly odd, but he nodded anyway. "Oui," Damien said again. Speaking in French was a lot easier than English, that was for sure.

Damien blinked. That was really weird to ask... really weird. "Not that I know of," he said truthfully. To his current knowledge, she had never done anything that broke the law. After all, she had tried to stop Tristan from setting off that bomb, and she had whacked him over the head. It didn't seem like she was the type to do actions like his, and therefore she couldn't have broken the law.