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                   “I’m right here,” she clipped without thinking, wondering if he had somehow hit his head and suffered amnesia. A new level of concern hit her then but she pressed on with her work while simultaneously getting the necessary information out of him. “You couldn’t have forgotten my face already – not with how many times you’ve been brought back here.”

             And not because you wished to visit your family, she thought bitterly, wishing the silly child would at least give her a phone call once in a while so she wouldn’t wonder if he was all right or not.

The tone and body language were spot on for Warden, if it wasn’t for the gender everything would be right. His cell was definitely his, even with that stupid mural his last therapist had painted on it to supposedly cheer up the moody and troubled teen he’d been at the time. 

Megamind scowled, Warden had a way of always making him feel like a naughty child again. He was just glad Warden was at least speaking to him. It was worse when their fights got so bad that Warden wouldn’t even look in on him. He hated the cell that separated them, that was the only way he could see Warden without risking their relationship becoming public. They’d never send him to a prison run by his own family. 

Only… was this Warden… his Warden? It couldn’t be. A Warden, though after all, he wasn’t the only Megamind around anymore. Harrison had confused him for a different Megamind when he’d met the man. In the end, it didn’t really matter he supposed. The conversation was still horribly familiar as was the person before him.

“Warden Woodridge?”

Syx huffed out a breath and fidgeted in his chair, his act slipping as he rolled his eyes, “I might always come back but you’ll never keep me here long.”