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"Professor, why would the higher-ups ever let a medical prodigy like her go? The research base needs her."

Isaac took a slow sip of his tea, her tone laced with confusion.

"I still can't wrap my head around it. How did Cynthia manage to leave back then? Even Summer didn't have the clout to pull that

off. And I'm quite curious about Summer. His rank in the base isn't all that high, not like the top brass anyway. He's more or less on

the slevel as me."

She was just one of the core members of the base, not quite in the inner circle of power. If she couldn't let someone go, how could

Summer possibly have the influence?

Philip couldn't involve himself in these matters, but he listened intently.

Isaac rubbed her temples in frustration, "And this Sarah has been butting heads with me; she even outright rejected your

nomination for chairman over the phone in the rudest way."

Sarah had the favor of the higher-ups and could almost do as she pleased at the base. Isaac dared not cross her currently. Her only

option was to vent in the privacy of her own room.

Philip remained silent. He rarely saw Sarah; she spent most of her tin the labs. If only he could communicate with this Sarah,

maybe he could get his hands on that weapon.

"Professor, have the higher-ups cto a conclusion about the whereabouts of the weapon?"

"No, that weapon is too dangerous. It's up to the chairpersons now. If they don't want it, and neither do the core members, I might

to pull

you, Professor," with that, Philip stood, ready to take his

that moment, Phil walked in to assist Isaac with

never thought much of it until the next morning when he saw Phil leaving Isaac's room. It

there all night.

caught off guard by Philip's presence, his eyes briefly flickering with surprise before he greeted

you coming out of

been staying with

her? What do you

mind, and it grew as Phil said, "Just

it."

him for over ten

and Phil was

by a dawning realization. Phil's emotional life was

rarely interacting on

he mimicked Philip, he could hold long conversations, appear confident. But back at the base, he was just a

interact with the world. When

"How could you—"

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age of five, all Phil knew was the white lab coats, clear glass walls, and the chill of scientific instruments. He

the seasons.

even the slightest breeze was a ty. So

leaves.

never tried to truly understand this

the professor, or what excuses she'd used to coax him into

Phil understood so little.

Phil was visibly nervous, not oblivious to