Empirical evidence can make a man a believer. [ So can opiates and an abusive church complex. Luckily it's one mass delusion he considers himself lucky to have avoided, but still the shard within him pulses its rebellion to his conveniently constructed reality.

If this thing is like a memory chip, storing all of his life and everything that matters to him, then fine. There's little he believes in more than himself. ]

You sure about that? I'm a gentle touch. If you were going to experiment with anyone, I'd be a safe choice. [ That glass is lifted but doesn't touch his lips, more a toast than anything. ]

The name's Ocelot. [ I am also just being IC. ]