" The true measure of any society can be found in how it treats its most vulnerable members. "

- Mahatma Gandhi

(PARIS, FRANCE, 8:00 PM)

Amnon remained silent and barely ate dinner this evening as his parents noticed him with concern. He never wanted to discuss what happened in the session that afternoon. It was his turn to disclose his experiences, but someone had disrespected and threatened him. He never expected that to happen and felt ashamed of what happened.

This time, he was mutely staring at the still cold pitcher of orange juice and deeply thinking if he could disclose his participation. His father finished washing the dishes and took two clear glasses, carefully placing them into the table. The Kree Eternal Methu-Selah sensed his son's dreary disposition and looked at him with concern. He instantly grabbed a chair and sat beside him, taking the pitcher and watchfully pouring the two glasses.

" Was it your turn to wash the dishes, Boy? " Methu-Selah asked and gave his son a glass of tangerine drink.

Amnon received the drink, slightly smiled, and replied, " Thanks, master. I don't feel like working in the kitchen right now. "

" I understand. It's all right. Son, is there something I should know about this afternoon? "

" Peut-on parler en français? (Can we talk in French?) "

Methu-Selah secretly read his son's mind using his Kree Cosmic Awareness and sadly sighed. He nodded and replied, " Est-ce que c'est une décharge sur quelqu'un de la Fondation? Les soldats de la MTF vous ont encore insulté? (Is this a venting out on someone in the Foundation? Did the MTF Troopers insult you again?) "

" Non, ce n'est pas eux en particulier. (No, it's not them in particular.) " Amnon sadly bowed his head and kept holding his glass. " C'est un homme mutant qui m'a insulté pendant la séance de thérapie de groupe.(It's a mutant man who talked trash at me in the Group Therapy session.) "

" Amnon, leur as-tu raconté ton histoire? (Amnon, have you told your story to them?) "

" Oui, je leur ai dit. Certains d'entre eux m'ont cru. Certains ne l'ont pas fait. Cet homme m'a humilié et menacé. Il pensait que c'était moi qui avais tué sa femme avec les envahisseurs. Il me considère toujours comme ce démon que j'ai méprisé toute ma vie. (Yes, I have told them. Some of them believed me. Some didn't. That man humiliated and threatened me. He thought that I was the one who killed his wife along with the invaders. He still thinks of me as that demon whom I have despised for all of my life.) " he vented out and wept. " Il essayait de me tuer devant les gens, mais il ne m'a jamais compris du tout ! Il m'a rappelé Buck, ses soldats et Ella qui m'ont accusé de cette damnation! (He was trying to kill me in front of the people, but he never understood me at all! He reminded me of Buck, his troopers, and Ella who accused me as that damnation!) "

His Kree Eternal father listened to his son letting out of the heaviness of his chest. He understood what he meant and deeply thought of words he could respond to. Methu-Selah sighed, gently rubbed Amnon's back to pacify him, and waited for him to respond.

" Fils, je sais que tu fais de ton mieux pour retrouver ta vie après tous ces épisodes sombres. (Son, I know you're trying your best to regain your life after all those bleak episodes.) " he calmly explained. " C'est juste que tout le monde ne vous comprend pas et ne vous croit pas complètement. Il leur faut du temps pour compter. (It's just that not all people completely understand and believe you. It takes time for them to reckon.) "

" Exact, je sais. (Right, I know.) " Amnon somberly nodded and drank his juice.

" Votre objectif principal pour rejoindre ce groupe n'est pas de vous disputer avec qui que ce soit. Vous avez besoin de leur aide pour vous rétablir. (Your main purpose for joining that group is not arguing with anyone. You need their help to get well.) "

" Et si l'un d'eux me menaçait à nouveau? Est-ce que je me battrais ou resterais loin d'eux? (What if one of them would threaten me again? Would I fight back or just stay away from them?) "

" Amnon-Selah, es-tu un homme ou un monstre? (Amnon-Selah, are you a man or a monster?) " his father seriously asked.

Amnon was close-mouthed upon hearing his father's philosophical question and becoming more baffled than ever. Those harsh nightmares and memories had occurred to him again when he was pondering. His father waited for him to respond in a couple of minutes.

" Je suis un homme avec une vie chaotique et monstrueuse qui a besoin d'aide. (I'm a man with a previous chaotic and monstrous life who needs help.) " the pink Kree sincerely looked at his father and broke his silence. " Je ne veux pas me battre sans raison, sauf si j'en ai besoin. (I don't want to fight without a reason, unless I need to.) "

" C'est ce qui vous rend différent de SCP-682. (That is what makes you different from SCP-682.) " Methu-Selah smiled and placed his left hand to his son's shoulder. " Vous ne savez jamais comment vous êtes devenu plus sage après ces voyages et ces rencontres avec qui que ce soit, puis votre mère prenant soin de vous. Amnon, tu n'es pas un monstre, mais un enfant qui grandit dans les ténèbres de cette planète. (You never know how you have become wiser after those travels and meeting with anyone and then your mother taking care of you. Amnon, you are not a monster, but a child growing up in the darkness of this planet.) "

The Kree smiled back at his father and heard his response. For certain, he had understood what he meant and nodded.

" Nous sommes là pour vous aider, mais le temps viendra où vous devrez être seul pour la deuxième fois. Gardez simplement la bonté de votre cœur malgré vos expériences indésirables. Les gens apprendront tellement de vous. Ils vous comprendront et vous accepteront, mais vous devez leur rendre la grâce. Comprendre? (We are here to help you, but the time will come that you need to be on your own for the second time. Just keep the goodness of your heart despite your undesirable experiences. People will learn so much from you. They will understand and accept you, but you have to repay goodness for them. Understand?) "

" Oui, maître. J'ai compris, merci. (Yes, master. I understood. Thank you.) "

" Good! Now, go to your room and have a shut eye. Our French Pep talk is over! You have training tomorrow, " Methu-Selah grinned and messed up his son's golden locks.

" Master! Really?! " Amnon dryly chuckled.

" I'm trying to lighten up your mood before you sleep! "

The pink Kree smiled, stood up from his seat, and replied, " Thanks for that pep talk. Goodnight, Master. "

" Goodnight, my son. "

Elder Carol Danvers overheard the conversation between her boyfriend and son as she smiled and understood them. She saw Amnon leaving the kitchen and dining area and heading upstairs.

" Feeling better, Kid? " she asked.

" I guess so, " Amnon nodded and placed his right foot ahead on the first step. " Master and I had a pep talk. "

" Don't hesitate to talk about your issues like you did before to me. We're here to listen and help you. "

" Thanks, Mom. I will. Goodnight. "

" Goodnight, Kid. "

Amnon headed himself upstairs and entered his room, preparing himself for slumber. Carol looked at her boyfriend in the kitchen and saw him drinking his glass of orange juice.

" It seems he has talked a lot to you, " she said.

" He needs to be pacified after what happened earlier, " Methu-Selah replied.

" So, your father and son bonding has worked for both of you, I take it? "

" Absolutely, I'm still figuring out how to fill his broken heart from an empty void he has," he nodded and smiled at her. " Amnon needs me just like he needs you. You're right, Carol. It's also my responsibility to mold his life before I pass on. "

Carol remained speechless because she couldn't believe in what he had said. She raised her eyebrows in doubt and crossed her arms. Methu-Selah sternly glared at her and facepalmed.

" Methie, you gotta be kidding me! Are you gonna talk about your non-existence again?! " she raised her voice in defiance. " You spoke of it around fifty years ago when I met you in Remnant until the time that Russian Foundation scientist helped us to conceive our son's new body! How am I gonna explain all of these to him?! Tell me? "

" Car-Ell, I have predicted this beforehand, " the Kree Eternal seriously answered. " Our son is the rightful heir of my Light Soul when that time comes. You need to tell him everything. Eventually, you will pass on and give your Light Soul to him as well. "

" But that kid needs more time with you first, not only as his master, " she calmly interjected. " He has been searching and asking for you in years. I've understood you have a vision of yourself being a ticking time bomb. Amnon needs your help too. Even the times are dire, perhaps you can shape up his life from those damages he has been. You're his father, Methie. Before you pass on, you need to make more time to establish yourself with him. "

" You're right, " he sighed and looked up at the direction of the stairs. " I still have more time to deal with our boy. "

" And another thing, " Carol paused and thought of something. Then, she sincerely looked at him, firmly held his hands, and said, " I want to be with you as my husband before it happens. "

Methu-Selah blushed in velvet and smiled, holding his girlfriend's hands and sincerely looking back at her. Then, he cupped her smooth and soft pinkish cheeks using left hand and added, " Honestly, I have been longing for marriage for centuries to eons. It's the right time for me to declare you as my wife. Car-Ell or Carol Susan Jane Danvers, will you marry me? "

Carol chuckled and blushed, realizing her boyfriend was proposing without offering her an engagement ring. Methu-Selah nervously grinned and felt embarrassed as he read his loved one's mind. Before she could respond, they heard a doorbell ringing. The couple looked at the door and felt interrupted at their intimate conversation.

" Carol, I'll be right back..." he said and approached the door, instantly opening it.

Methu-Selah saw an elderly man who was a few inches shorter than him. The visitor was also a well built man cladded in a brown coat, white shirt, and a pair of navy blue slacks and holding a vibranium cane. His physical appearance was around eighties to nineties, but his actual age was more than a hundred years old. The Kree Eternal sternly eyed him and secretly read the visitor's mind. Elder Steve Rogers, the former Captain America, nervously grinned at the blue skinned elder and felt intimidated at his looks.

" Are you sure you're not one of those fools who tries to harm anyone in this household? " he suspiciously asked.

" Sir, I know who you are, since the MTF and the Rebel Forces people have spoken to me about you, " Elder Rogers said. " I'm Steve Rogers, the former Avenger known as Captain America. I'm here to talk and not to hurt anybody. "

" So, you must be that soldier out of time on this planet? " Methu-Selah asked as his suspicion to the visitor lowered down.

" Yes, sir. It will be a very long story to tell you about mine and my experiences in this prolonged invasion. By the way, I'm one of the facilitators in the weekend group therapy. Dr. Schnee asked me to have a conversation with Ms. Danvers and your son. It's very important. "

" Come in. "

" Thank you. "

Carol looked at her boyfriend and recognized the visitor who entered the flat. She was very uneasy and fidgeting her left fingers which the flashbacks from fifty years ago had occurred in her mind. She recalled the first day of the Kree-Lizard invasion in New York and then the special mission in Remnant. Steve Rogers or Captain America was with her in those days as he witnessed her tremendous failure in the Battle of Atlas City and death of President James Ironwood.

Feeling uncomfortable, she was stepping back away from the living room and thinking of going to sleep very early. She noticed him still talking to the Kree Eternal and took a deep breath. Carol never wanted to see or meet her old friends again because of that tragic outcome of that mission. She knew some of them had despised and blamed her for that failure. Elder Rogers looked at her with concern and approached her. Carol had become more uneasy than ever and nervously gulped. Trying to calm herself, she placed both of her hands on her side.

" Steve, I didn't expect you to come here, " she said and greeted him with a smile, hiding her agitation.

" Long time, no see. Carol, " he calmly replied and smiled back, holding his cane with his right hand. " It's been fifty years that we never met after that trouble in New York and Atlas City. "

" Oh, right...." the elderly half-Kree blonde heavily sighed and bowed her head in shame.

" I'm sorry for bringing this up to you, " Elder Rogers replied. " Carol, this is the right time to set aside our long term disputes. We need to talk about you and your son. "

Carol was close-mouthed when she understood what her old friend meant. This was not about her previous business and mistakes, but her life in the past two to three years as a mother. She looked at him and nodded, " Steve, have a seat. We need to talk. "

The former Avenger nodded no furiously when the elderly half-Kree blonde went to her boyfriend. They were preparing some snacks and drinks for their visitor. Elder Rogers patiently stared at the surroundings and was reminded of the old days before the Kree-Lizard invasion. He sighed and leaned his back on the comfortable chocolate colored leather couch. Finally, Methu-Selah walked over to him and served a cold glass of orange juice and a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich for him.

" Thanks, " he politely smiled.

" You're welcome. Enjoy your snack and conversation with Carol, I'll be upstairs, " the Kree Eternal said.

" Sure. "

Methu-Selah headed upstairs when Carol left the kitchen and dining area. She took a seat on the other couch and saw her visitor eating, asking, " How did you find the sandwich? Is it delicious? "

" Not bad, Ms. Danvers, " Rogers nodded, taking a large bite and drinking his glass. He was composing some questions inside his mind before he would speak. Then, he curiously asked, " Is it true that your son was a former SCP-682 hybrid clone? "

" Yes, " she nodded.

" How did you meet this boy? "

" Almost three years ago, I found him in the forests of Rouen when my companions went on a mission to search for that child. It was an unlikely encounter at first, but it turned out to be a clone with blue Kree blood. "

" Kree Blood? " Elder Rogers curiously raised his eyebrows and repeated the words, becoming interested. " How come? "

" Amnon happened to be a lab experiment from a Foundation facility in California, " Carol disclosed and clasped her both hands. " He has told me of his experiences of being physically and psychologically abused by his tormentor. These have resulted in his constant nightmares and hopelessness. "

" PTSD, " he muttered and bowed his head in sadness upon hearing his old friend's testimony. " I'm sorry to hear that. In the sound of it, he has been traumatized. I heard of his testimony this afternoon. I need to make sure if that story is real or not. "

" Steve, it is real! Everything he mentioned is true! " she angrily stressed. " I was taking care of him for almost three years. I heard his stories and read his journals. He had been on the run for fifty years. Those damn MTF Troopers and invaders were chasing him and thinking he's that horrible beast for containment! Amnon was nothing like him! He's totally different! You people think he could be that..."

" Carol... I understand, " he calmly cut off her rant and took a sip from his drink. " I appreciated you have raised him as your son in the
past few years. I'm glad you have done your job as a mother to him. Did you have any difficulties in dealing with your child? "

" There are times, I get tired. You know what I mean, I'm too old to raise another child after I have given away Ella to her father and asked them to leave for Down Under. Honestly, I found my real purpose and fulfillment as a mother. I taught him everything and helped him out to be the man that he wants to be. "

" Sounds like you're filling out your void as a parent. You could have done that to your daughter. "

" Yes, being a mother to Amnon is a life changing experience. This is my greatest achievement. "

" Aside from that, did you have any problems with you and him? "

" Well, that was the time he got abducted here in Paris six months ago. I failed to rescue him. Then, I tried infiltrating New York's slave den. I never had a chance to save him when he got controlled by the tyrant. "

" I'm sorry to hear that, " he replied. " You have done your part as a parent. I'm glad you have reunited with him after that ruckus in Ethiopia and here in Paris. "

" The Project Marvel came to life, " she continued. " Amnon may be physically different, but he has a lot of struggles to overcome. "

" Now, I understand, " Rogers replied. " Amnon needs a psychiatric evaluation and intensive counselling aside from his group therapy involvement. Dr. Schnee is planning to have an individual session with him. His mental health will be at risk if he doesn't get treated. "

" Certainly, he really needs it. It's just that he has some catatonic and suicidal tendencies from his nightmares. "

" Right. Carol, I must confess that one of the former X-Men had threatened him in the session a while ago. I'm really sorry for this. "

Carol remained speechless and deeply thought of the person who upsetted her son. She looked at her old friend and asked, " Steve, may I know who did it? "

" It's supposed to be confidential, but I guess you know him. He kept blaming you for not saving and helping his wife in New York City. Now, he's speaking ill of your son. "

" I've understood why he's behaving that way, " she answered. " I was supposed to save Jean, but Rhodey was also killed in the same encounter. How could I...Steve, I just don't want to talk about this..."

" Carol, I guess what you can do is to confront him. It's not too late to ask forgiveness and restore such lost friendships. "

" You're right, " she nodded. " Perhaps, this is the best way to let go of my shame and anger. "

" It can definitely help, " Steve sincerely spoke.

(TWO DAYS LATER: MTF/Rebel Forces Facility, 3:30 PM)

Amnon had finished his lecture session for his training and thought of meeting his therapist, Dr. Schnee. He was cladded in a white shirt with a black necktie and a pair of black pants which was his first time to wear casual formal attire. His parents asked him to dress up as he found it unusual. He had no choice, but he had to look formal for the session.

He had walked around the hallway and began searching for the psychotherapist's office. Then, he found the office door with a sign: Dr. Oswald Warren Schnee, resident psychologist/psychiatrist. Amnon knocked on the door twice and waited for his therapist to open it. It was opened as a middle aged African-American man in a business suit, welcoming him.

" Good afternoon, Dr. Schnee, " the pink Kree politely greeted.

" Amnon, good afternoon, " Dr. Schnee smiled back and replied. " You're just in time for your individual session. Come in. "

Amnon entered the office and intently looked at the surroundings. The walls were painted in bright yellow. There were potted indoor plants in the office and a large bookshelf. Just beside him, there was a sandbox with a plastic toy shovel and pail aside from sticks and action figure dolls. Then, he noticed a painting of a Sakura tree with pink flowers hanging on the tree. Below the painting, there was a brown leather lounge chair where he could lie down and talk to the therapist.

" Have a seat and lie down in that lounge chair, " Dr. Schnee ordered and suggested. " Would you like to have a glass of water, cup of coffee or tea? "

" No, thanks. Doctor. I'm fine, " Amnon smiled and followed the instruction.

" Well, then. Shall we start? "

" Yes, sir. "

" Alright, " he said and sat down, holding a pencil and a file folder with pieces of paper attached on it. " So, our session is mostly an interview or talk therapy. I will be asking you a couple of questions and I'm going to probe every question. It's more intensive than what we do in the weekend group therapy. If you want to raise a question, I'll give time to answer those. "

" Got it, " Amnon nodded.

" Name? "

" Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre. "

" Age? "

" In my new body, thirty years. My soul is around fifties before I acquired my new form. "

" Hobbies, Interests, and Likes/Dislikes? "

" Reading books, writing and sketching my experiences in my journal, translating works from Russian/French to English, cooking and baking, then listening to music. Interests... astronomy, travelling, and aviation. Dislikes, being labelled as SCP-682, nightmares, and stuff that trigger me to wallow in sadness and despair. "

" Have you ever made such an alcohol intake? "

" Yes, occasionally. "

" Hmmm. When you were a Kree-SCP 682 hybrid, did you develop those special interests or hobbies before you met your mother and the Kree Eternal? "

" I learned how to communicate in Russian and sparked my interest in Astronomy from the Ryliea family in Russia. Then, I travelled the globe for around five decades during the invasion. The other things were from my mother and some of my friends in the Rouen mansion. They helped me a lot in my stay there. "

" Interesting to hear from a former monster like you, " Dr. Schnee smiled and kept writing. " You told me last Sunday that you have those nightmares or bad memories of that indestructible lizard. How frequent did you experience those? "

" More than five times a week, " Amnon replied. " There are times I can hardly remember how often it occurs. It happens every evening. "

" Can you tell me those nightmares? "

" It's like being experimented on and harshly abused to death in the containment cell. I remember how I was brutally beaten up and struck by SCP-682 and the other objects, bleeding to death. "

" Did you ever fight back? "

" No, I didn't, " Amnon instantly said. " I was too helpless at that time. "

" Hmmm, " Dr. Schnee muttered and wrote his observations. Then, he asked another, " Were there any instances that someone helped you to break out of containment? "

" Yes, it was Skóuro Valour. She was the person who attempted to talk to me. When that earthquake happened, she helped me to leave the premises. "

" Then, you have started your journey and met a lot of people as you spoke of. Pretty interesting. Are there any instances that the same people in the facility had been chasing you? "

" Yes, they did, " Amnon replied. " That's why I kept in hiding and went travelling from America to Europe. I joined the Rebel Forces and proved myself to be different from my abuser. I started working with their exploits in fighting the invaders and rescuing those slaves."

" Well, you have at least initiated yourself in finding and working for that cause. Still, those nightmares haunted you? "

" Yes. "

Dr. Schnee nodded in agreement and kept writing information from his patient. Then, he looked at the notes from Elder Steve Rogers relating to the conversation with Elder Carol Danvers and thought of another question for Amnon.

" Upon meeting your mother in Rouen and spending time with her, your nightmares began to cease? " the therapist asked.

" Yes, " Amnon nodded. " We talked a lot. This is one of the ways I gain my sanity back aside from getting involved with the Rebel Forces. She and my friends treated me like a normal person. "

" Hmmm, not bad. Are there any instances that you got triggered aside from your nightmares with SCP-682? "

Upon hearing his therapist's question, he was trying to recall those memories back in the New York Slave Den. It was more dreadful and painful than his experiences from the Foundation facility. He had met a lot of pain and suffering when he was enslaved and controlled by the tyrant himself. Amnon found it the most uncomfortable topic to be brought up, since he had experienced the most sensitive and skirmish event of his life inside the slave den. His therapist looked at him with concern and waited for him to respond.

" Amnon, " Dr. Schnee called out. " I'm sorry if I brought up that question. It seems like it has been bothering you. "

" Doctor, I have a confession to make, " the pink Kree broke his silence. " Back in the slave den which I spent six months in, I was working hard labor, but there were three things that happened to me. "

" Can you tell me more about it? "

" I was sexually harassed by a male reptilian guard. Then, I was beaten up several times. I was manipulated by Kasius and made into a murdering accuser. They all made me into a monster because of their plots. "

Dr. Schnee heavily sighed and paused writing. He was surprised to hear of those misfortunes back in New York. Feeling sorry for Amnon, he wanted to do something, but this was just his first day of his individual therapy session.

" I'm sorry to hear that, " he calmly spoke.

" Dr. Schnee, don't say that. It's not even your fault. "

" Still, you have experienced such traumatic episodes of your life. I do wish to extend our time, but we are alloted for forty-five to sixty minutes. "

" Doctor, I'm willing to extend and tell you everything. I never told anyone from the MTF troopers and the Rebel Forces that I have been sexually abused aside from being brainwashed. "

" Cheese, Amnon. If I were you, I could have disclosed those experiences. At least, they would completely understand you, " Dr. Schnee interjected.

" They're too difficult to accept and understand anything from me, " he seriously answered. " Because they already knew that I was a clone of that damn demon. If I tell them this, they will despise me. They will think I'm a horrible and disgusting manipulated labor and sex slave! A skirmish and filthy freak of nature! "

" Amnon, Listen to me, " the therapist cut the rant and explained. " Based on your experiences, you're capable of adjusting to different people and learning things, despite that trauma. I understood it's beyond your limits and understanding that you have been abused and harassed physically, psychologically, and sexually. I'm not here to harshly criticize you, but to analyze and help you to get well mentally. No one is going to judge you. You're free to speak up as I will help you. Remember, your personal information remains confidential. Understand? "

" Yes, sir, " he nodded. " I'm willing to tell you what happened back there. "