I treat him with kindness.

I help him get better.

I gave him the warmth he never felt.

[Azriel said. He stared at you for a moment, with watery eyes. A side he only shows you, because he has nowhere else to show his sadness. You're his adoptive father, so he can always open up to you.]

I said a speech, many comforting words for him. That he's not just a useless clone, not a clone that was only created to obey those scientists. I told him to develop himself. He was created with his own mind, I told him not to just accept the fact that he was made, lived, thrown away, and died.

[He lowers his head, looking at the floor. The words he had just spoken himself, were the words he had wanted to hear all along. But no one has ever been able to say it.]

I know what he feels, the suffering he feels, I don't want him to be too down with the fact that he's just a clone, an artificial human created... I don't want him to think that his whole life is just to obey orders...

I want him to be free, free like me. Develop emotions and feelings, logic.

Because I'm also a clone.