Their drugs are very effective--he has yet to remember his SLUT Centre treatment. This, too, will most likely remain buried for the rest of his days. But if he does remember, well, at least he'll know he isn't losing his mind. In... this capacity anyway.

The idea of a secret code, however, makes him grin and give a quiet, amused sound. He can't help it. His imagination has gone running off with the idea, shouting wheeeeeee! as it goes. "Oh, yes. Passed down for centuries since before recorded history. Closely guarded secrets and all that. Terribly byzantine. I had to pass seven initiation ceremonies before they'd even tell it to me."

Goddamnit, Azwel.