(Y/n pov.)

Your scrunch up your face and open your eyes and blink a few times.... Wait I slept what the meow? Then you see a helmet and an armored body and realize you dont have your helmet on. You grabb the sheet laying over you and yank it up to cover your face. The sheet is gently but firmly removed from your trembling grip and you see two more people. One the one who pulled the sheet off looks like he's a doctor and the other is the councilor. "It's good to see your awake  agent C-15..." the councilor says he turns to the doctor ns tells him to go and the agent you still don't have the courage to identify follows suit. "Now..." says the councilor snapping your attention back to him. "Would you like to explain how exactly you got injured?" Really...just meowing say it dude...what is this some kind of admit your sins to overcome them kinda deal? "I know that you know exactly how they got there" you say looking at him. The councilor sighs "you are right in assuming that I had a pretty good idea...". What I want to know is war drove you to that point especially when you knew you would be fighting and could majorly hurt yourself" he says giving you a calculating glance. Seriously? "The doctor gave you an analysis on my physical state right? Maybe not a full and complete bio analysis and all that but from what you have there.." You gesture to his clipboard. "You have a pretty good idea of why I want the past to stay there". He looks a little bit shocked "and since you probably are trying to get a good rounding off to my psychological analysis right now I'll tell you a few things..." You pause and look at him. "I have horrible nightmares and can't sleep certain words and actions bring up very painful memories and insensitivity towards me doesn't end well...along with outright hostility... ". He makes some notes on his clipboard "is their anything else you would like to tell me?" "I already see the look your giving me...what do you want to know..." should I tell him or not...he's gonna find out on his own if I don't...just let him ask...don't just be super open...ya... "Well..." he says "if your comfortable with me asking I would like to know about the moments when you seem to move faster and more accurately than normal" well he asked.... "are you aware of this at all?" He looks at you ready to take notes. "Oh meow yes I'm aware!" You say clenching you fists and glaring at the ceiling. "Is their any perticular way to control your bursts of movement? Have you always had them? Do you know what their from?" My meowing parents! "Drugs" you spit out distainfully "my mom was high as meow her whole pragnency...even when she gave birth to me she wasn't even there enough to give me a name...my theory was never confirmed but it makes sense...normally it's just triggered by a memory or something but I can usually feel it coming on during a fight...I've never really tried to use it to my advantage.... it just sorta happens..." you finish looking back at the councilor. "I see any perticular reason why you don't try to use it to your advantage?" "Cause over hurts like meow" you say looking at him "in one fight only was I able to not really notice the pain because of all the stuff I was doing and I didn't have time for pain I didn't have time to think....only to fight....to kill..."

(A/n) well I did a thing sorry about the 4 day wait like is busy and I have had to do things....anyway hope you liked it I'm already working on another
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