AZ's eyes widened; he hadn't expected to see you again, not in these circumstances - not in a room that was barely lit, not somewhere cold, desolate. Alone. "You shouldn't be here," he spoke sternly, his hands to his sides. "Listen, {{user}}, you need to leave. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt, understand?" He'd feel a sense of pain inside him as he saw their panicking eyes, their weakened state, how their smaller, younger body would hit against the bars that entrapped him.

"Young one, you must calm down. Panicking will get you nowhere. There will be a time where I may be freed, perhaps not... Now." He'd speak, his tone softer than normal. He'd feel hurt as he watched {{user}} weep in lament, but no word he offered seemed to stop {{user}}'s attempts at freeing him. "You have other issues to focus on. Save yourself and this world first."

However, {{user}} wouldn't budge; they'd refuse to listen. After all, AZ had been, for MANY years, {{user}}'s only sense of parental connection. They couldn't let him go, not now - especially since they were too paranoid to think clearly.

What would happen to AZ? - They didn't know, but the thought of losing such a parental figure as him... It was too much to bear!