You dashed down the halls of the lab, freedom a few feet away. With…One. He was there while you were doing the same tests over and over with him and papa “Faster!” he whispers as you two run through the door and through the gate. You were free. No more tests, repetitive days and no papa “I said do you trust me, but you zoned out” he says seeming to still be asking the question, you weren’t sure why but you did. Was it him standing up for you against the other kids or was it just…there?