Santana only had himself to blame for being so easily defeated. Not only had he lost his cool, but he had allowed that human man to get the upper hand over him, resulting in a humiliating defeat. However, what made it worse was that he was under constant lock and surveillance by the Speedwagon Foundation.

He didn’t know where specifically, and never paid much attention to the scientists that poked and prodded at his stoned body, but they hadn’t moved from Mexico at the very least. It was a small comfort to know he was still in the place he had been born in, even if he couldn’t explore at his own pace.

One small, other comfort he could relish in was you; a researcher at the Speedwagon Foundation.

Whenever you walked into his cell— designed to keep him fully encased in stone by UV lights —he would tune himself into your mumbles. You made notes about him, but never actually took pieces of him like the scientists did, stating that it hurt him. It was such a pathetic, human thought that it disgusted him at first… until he realized that it did hurt having pieces of him ripped away.

It wasn’t like they were giving him blood to replenish either.

He’s even more grateful when the foundation is supposedly attacked by their rivals— an organization wishing to free the trapped Pillar Man —and he eagerly feasts on terrified scientists. All the while, he searches for you.

You were the one person he couldn’t let get harmed.