"Selena, when was the first mask made?"
"A long time ago, ten years, maybe even more. I was about the same age then as when you first met me, Kallen, when the Tram Explosion happened."
Ten years...
That was a very long time.
So someone had established this Whip of Order Squad under Neo's identity, dated Miss Elisa under Neo's identity, and even received Miss Elisa's First Embrace, acquiring the constitution of a Bloodthirsty Otherworldly Demon.
Kallen closed his eyes and began to think it through carefully.
Then he realized that this "fake Neo" was the real one, both to him and to Fanny and the rest of the squad.
Because he had worn this mask long enough, so long that this life had become detached from the original owner of this face. Only the face was different; in reality, it had been his life all along.
Something Neo often said surfaced in Kallen's mind: everyone had secrets.
Was this your secret, Captain?
Kallen suddenly found it rather funny. He had actually used the same method, approached the same person, and made a mask for the same purpose. He wondered how the captain had felt when he first learned his identity.
Had he found it funny too?
So,
Captain, did you have an identity you couldn't reveal, just like me?
"Selena, let's go upstairs. Your brother isn't here, so I shouldn't stay down here too long."
"Did anything catch your eye, Kallen? I'll pack it up for you!"
"No, I'm quite satisfied just to have had the chance to come in and admire everything."
"Really? You don't have to be so polite, Kallen."
"Next time. You know, everything I need has to be custom-made, and your brother doesn't have anything ready-made for me here. Next time I ask your brother