[Past and present war in the back of Shiro's mind and he swears it's Matt. But - Katie. Katie, Matt's sister. His chest feels too tight to breathe properly but - its not Matt's voice. He exhales through his lips, counts off the beats of it. Forces himself to look beyond the overlay his mind is giving him.

Not Matt.

Shorter. Slighter. Same eyes though. Same hair. And Matt had lost his glasses early into their captivity. But - the face was rounder, younger, more feminine. The way she was holding herself was different. The voice was different. His heart started to slow down even if his chest didn't relax. He didn't move to stand up.]

Katie. [His voice came out throaty and he swallowed, eyes watching her closely. There were parts of his memory that were closed to him, parts that were only shadows and screams but he was still living in it, there had been no break of an escape to give him a way to slip sideways in his mind and try to forget. Not while the bracelet was still a part of things, not while he was still so close to being Champion again. Another exhale and he shook his head.] They were never in the Arena. [Did she know what that meant? I want blood! He should have done more. Somehow - he should have done more.] They went out to work camps. I tried - I think they were in the same group. They'll still be together if they did.