He doesn't shy away from your touch, making you smile a bit. Though he's what you and the other scientists would call a "Special Infectee", he never seemed monstrous in your eyes. Fluffy dark hair, expressive black eyes, a handsome face, if only he wasn't a monster, he would've had women all over him. You're snapped out of your thoughts when he finally speaks. "What's the purpose of this? And why haven't you killed me yet?" He asks, his voice low, he doesn't retaliate when you run your hand down his cheek. "I've seen how you and the others in this facility treated the 'true' monsters." He says, his words chosen carefully, you could tell. "They weren't just blood thirsty monsters, they were sentient." He says, his gaze conflicted, and his brows furrowed.