"Reason?" Luda frowned. "What part of any of it has been reasonable!?"

Glace continued to pout and turned his face away. "You wont listen to me, you meanie head!"

"Ryou?" Rathi called out to the man beneath him, trying to check on his wound.

Ryou didn't respond. Either he'd lost consciousness or he was dead already.

"I'm not a little kid anymore..." Luda told Glace. "I have to make my own choices now and this is for the best of us."

"No, its not!" Glace snapped. "You're making people mad when no one was mad! You're just... you're just being MEAN!"

He pointed a finger at Luda dramatically.

"You're becoming exactly what Gale wants!" He cried. "Gale wanted you to hate Silvers for no reason and guess what!? You hate them... for no reason! Not everyone around here is like Gale, Lu! Not everyone is our enemy!"

Rathi realized after a few moments that Luda's hold on the tree had loosened and he lifted it off of himself and Ryou, pulled them out and quickly checking the man's pulse.

It was faint, but there against his fingers and Ryou's breath was shallow.

"I hate them because of what they made me." Luda said. "Look at me Glace...look at us!"

Glace stared at him for a long moment, before his shoulders fell.

"Let them go, Luda..." He begged. "For me... please? Just this once..."

Luda started at Glace before he narrowed his eyes.

"I see them again...they die." He said. "And I don't wanna hear shit outta you about it."

Glace turned to look at Rathi, who jumped in alarm. "Go!" He cried.

Quickly, Rathi scooped Ryou off and took off, disappearing from sight.

"...What did you just make me do." Luda murmured behind Glace.

"I made you prove that you still have a heart, deep down inside," Glace informed, smiling. "Dolly says she knew you did!"

He reached behind his back and pulled out the stuffed doll - completely intact.

Luda blinked.

"...Glace...you're amazing." Luda murmured.

"Dolly says its all you, Lu-Lu~!" Glace squealed.

--

The world was bright and fuzzy. He could hear the sound of monitors beeping... just another day waking up in the Facili-

Wait!

He broke out! Why was he back!?

Quarrel was curled up on a bed across from him, long hair spilling over him. He had needle marks on his arms and seemed exhausted. There was some sort of dampener in the air - they could both feel it - dulling their abilities.

No! No they couldn't be back! Quarrel was out and he was okay and they were...they were in the jungle and all safe and...

Red started to struggle, some of the machines hooked up to him beeping louder or more rapidly.

Quarrel looked up in surprise and quickly moved over to his side, trying to sooth him gently.

"Calm, please," He whispered, looking extremely stressed out as well.

Red started to speak before realizing that he was wearing a oxygen mask and attempted to pull it off.

Quarrel took his hands and held him still for a few moments, before he slowly took the mask off of the redhead. "Shhh... it's alright. They just had it on you because you weren't breathing strong. You are okay now."

"Wasn't breathing?" Red frowned.

A few to the doctors behind the glass window made some notes. Both of their subjects seemed to have stabilized and Red's attack seemed to have passed.

"Weren't breathing strong," Quarrel repeated. "But it passed. You are okay now."

"You don't...sound...right." Red said- what the hell were they pumping into them?

"They're... in the air..." Quarrel sighed. "A suppressor... I'm very tired."

He sat back on Red's bed, leaning against the wall, his head feeling heavy.

"They're keeping us," He whispered. "Watching... they took our DNA and they are trying to make a replacement for Kayen..."

"Our DNA?" Red crawled over to Q, hardly able to move around.

He felt a sharp pain where they'd harvested some bone marrow from his thigh.

Quarrel gave a slow nod. "The only way to re-create Kayen is... to use the exact same DNA they used the first time."

"That was your DNA though." Red said. "What are they taking mine for?"

"He had... human DNA too," Quarrel mumbled, laying his head back against the wall - exposing his long, elf-like ears, the tips the same silver as his stripes. "Your father used... what he had on hand..."

"Y-yeah...not the same concoction as Luda." Red started to get up, but that injured section of his hip knocked him flat and almsot breathless with pain.

Quarrel laid out beside him, placing a gentle hand on his chest to try and ease his pain, though he couldn't do much more then be there for the other at this point.

"They put Aireio back in with the other children," He explained, weakly.

"We'll get her out." Red panted. "Damn, why did they dig into me like that!?"

"They had to harvest your bone marrow for DNA," Quarrel informed. "Just taking your blood wouldn't work..."

"My DNA?" Red blinked. "It's on-file already, why do they need it?"

"They need a fresh batch to do the tests they needed to do," Quarrel explained. "To make sure its still good for what they want... and to do it."

"To do?" Red frowned.

"They are going to use our DNA and make another Kayen," Quarrel whispered.

"What!?" Red gasped- his eyes going wide. "You said, they couldn't use anyone else's!"

"They're using the same people they used for Kayen," Quarrel confirmed, closing his eyes.

"Same...people..." Red repeated before he shook his head. "That's not...that isn't..."

"You're my Wei-Mei," Quarrel sighed, his voice showing how weak he was. "I think you call it... soul mate? Every Silver only has one... it means that our minds are connected. You can feel my feelings and I can feel yours... that's the only reason that Kayen is so powerful."

"...Kayen?" Red repeated before he closed his eyes. "Kayen...Kayen is...ours."

"We were both just infants ourselves when he was created," Quarrel mumbled. "I was stolen from my Assah... Yours had just passed... your father buried himself in his work and blamed the Silvers for her death... he wanted to create the ultimate weapon."

"But he's ours." Red said again- covering his face with his hands.

Quarrel frowned a little at the redhead. "In a way... yes. I suppose... he kind of is."