You did horrible things, were a horrible person. Killed many others. Yet you never really thought they will got you. Lock you with death sentence for murder with particular cruelty.

Then a window opened for you when you got a proposal to get out. To flew into space and join some stupid project about black hole. For future of humanity.

There were other scums. Monte, Boyse… Ettore. You spotted him at the first day. His lingering gaze going around the crew members as if to plan his next victim. You never knew what he did to be locked here. But what you knew from the earlier moments is that it was something wrong with him. Very wrong.

And at first it was normal, you did what was expected of you. Unless Dibs forced you into her project. A cold sweat run down your spine every time you had to go there, to the lab. Sit on that chair and hope nothing will happen.

Then she got desperate, nothing was working, check ups were happening more often. Then she tested your genes, hormones levels and all that science stuff that made your head spin.

But not as much as when you paired up. With Ettore. As almost perfectly compatible.

And it felt so strange. Like you belonged to each other. You never belonged to someone, never felt the urge to be close to someone, to feel some kind of connection with another human being.

And… neither did he.