Rhaegar is dead, Rhaegar is not dead.

He is said to be dead because Hydra found a considerable part of his body while cleaning up the site of the moraine lake: an arm, a small half of his abdomen, and the entire waist down. According to examination, it was indeed the body of Regamalik. As for the remainder of the body, it was not found at the scene, but it is possible that it was mixed with unrecognizable fragments. In short, the analysis given by the experts is that there is no chance that he will survive at all.

In fact, the head, left arm, and most of the torso belonging to Regamalik were not left at the scene, but were taken away before the lake could pour water into the entire test base. Rhaeggar's 'soul' was still attached to the corpse, barely breathing in a nourishment pod similar to the one he had seen Bruce Wayne in the 'vegetative man', supplemented by some more sophisticated life-sustaining equipment.

In fact, if it weren't for the peculiarity of his 'soul' that allowed him to maintain a little resilience on the corpse, the corpse would have collapsed long ago. In fact, the medical experts who were in charge of treating him were about to give up when they first saw such a corpse. If someone hadn't insisted that they come to the rescue, they wouldn't have even given it a second look. As a result, after a closer look, they immediately discovered the peculiarity of the 'corpse', so their attitude changed from passive to active, and they studied Rhaegar as a new type of case and scientific research project.

So, Rhaegar was out of luck. If the corpse collapsed completely, he could have made up his mind to leave and find another 'host'. But now he was being dragged there half-dead by the corpse - specifically, his 'soul' was so exhausted by the instinct to repair it that he couldn't leave the corpse, but the 'soul' lacked enough energy to repair it. What made him desperate the most was that in the process of treating him by those medical experts, he endured the pain from the whole 'corpse' all the time, missing an arm, two legs and a small half of his abdomen, which I am afraid no one could imagine. And the pain of the wound is only part of it, and he has to suffer from phantom limb pain. Obviously, his right hand and feet were gone, but he could still feel that they were still there, and they were either torn or burned!

In a daze, Rhaegar didn't know how long it had been, and those medical experts had never been able to find the reason why his 'corpse' barely retained a vital force, and finally gave up. However, they are also quite good, and they stabilized the injury of Rhaegar, who was missing half of his body. As long as he keeps it up, he can continue to live. It's a pity that this kind of life is better than death. The nutrition pod and the cumbersome equipment were the only thing that kept 'him' alive, and he was constantly suffering from pain that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Rhaegar had become accustomed to enduring pain, it would have been an ordinary person, and he probably died of pain instead of being injured.

It's a pity that during this time, the decision is not with him. The first is that he is too weak to even think, let alone speak; The second and most important point is that the medical experts seem to have received a death order to save Rhaegar and keep him alive, even if it doesn't seem humane. Rhaegar remembered that he seemed to have heard one of the medical experts object to this, only to be dismissed outright......

The place where it should have hurt is still painful, and the part that is missing is still gone, but Rhaegar has gotten better in the past few days - this good does not mean that he is physically and physically good, but that he is finally more energetic, at least it does not affect his thinking. This is thanks to the fact that the medical experts have given up and no longer experimented with his 'corpse', allowing him to reduce his consumption and his 'soul' to recover somewhat. But even so, he wanted to get better completely—let alone get better—and it was still impossible to recover his mobility at a minimum, even with the help of a wheelchair or other tools.

Since medical experts abandoned research, he was transferred to this new place. It seemed to be an interrogation room, similar to the one Rhaegar had spent in the Hydra base that had been taken over by the Resistance. Rhaegar with his nutrition pod and life-sustaining equipment was right in the middle of the room. In front of him was a corner of the room, flanked by empty walls. On the other two sides of the room, Rhaegar wondered what was there, if it was the same as the one in front of him. It's just that because he is fixed in the nutrition cabin and can't turn over, he can't see it.

It's interesting. Rhaegar spends all his days imagining what the hell is on those two sides of the wall, from the time he wakes up until he falls asleep. A door is definitely there, but what about other than that? Mirror? Window? Or is it a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass wall, or a soundproofing wall, where countless people come and go every day, pointing fingers at him, laughing at him, or pitying him?

It was the only way he could divert his attention from the pain, the uneasiness of the unknown, and the slightest fear of a bleak future.

On this day, he was awakened by phantom limb pain, just like he did yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before the day before the day before the day before He laughed self-deprecatingly. And just as he was about to use his imagination and 'place' a new scene behind him, a male voice that was a little hoarse and a little vicissitudes but not too old suddenly sounded.

"So, do you still like this kind of life?"

Hearing this, Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, and then angry that even he didn't quite understand.

"Love this life?! If you're not kidding, then you're definitely in the dark! He shouted. Tell me your name so I can curse you as a new pastime! ”

The nutrition pod 'raises' his neck down. His head was immobilized, but he could still speak.

The man seemed to have thought of Rhaeggar's sudden outburst. He didn't get angry, he didn't laugh, but continued in the same bland tone as before: "You can curse, you can scold, you can cry, you can feel sorry for yourself. But I know you're more than that. I'm guessing you have a way out of this predicament. If you have, and you need some help, just speak up and I'll see what I can do. Think of it as my upfront investment. ”

Rhaegar was stunned again, silent for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

And the other party naturally replied: "You don't know who I am, but you should have heard of me." I am the leader of the Resistance. ”