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His gaze had collided with lan's countless times, and there was this hunch in his gut, a feeling that lan might just be the one he'd

been waiting for.

Sarah lifted her hand and tousled his hair affectionately.

"Maybe he is."

"You don't have faith in him, Doctor?"

"I have faith in everyone, but I'm always let down in the end."

A shadow passed over Subject 8's face, his hand absentmindedly fidgeting with the jade beads around his neck.

Sarah lifted her hand again and continued tousling his hair.

"But the disappointment won't last forever. We'll get out of here, and you'll see your family again."

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"Yeah, to see my family."

He couldn't remember what his family looked like. The more he tried to recall, the more muddled his memories became.

But he knew that once, someone had held his hand tightly and never let go. He knew the story behind the bead he wore. He had to

leave this place, to see his family again.

His memory had been wiped once already, and the recollection of his arrival at this base had long since faded. The only world he

could remember was the one within these walls.

and pinched

now, they're going

I go back now or not. Doctor, please,

weapon was created by Sarah; countless experiments had been inflicted

- perhaps a person she was desperately trying to

obsession that allowed her memory to gradually

Eric to survive the experiments all

kept this eighteen-year-old boy alive. Obsession was such an

hall, everyone was frantically searching for Subject 8, but then they saw Sarah emerge from the core

secured by

them, and they quickly locked the subject in the containment

the subject only

yet. The higher-ups haven't decided who to assign this weapon

did tear a few people apart right in

a knife in your own

themselves as Sarah stood still

nowhere in sight.

using the air ducts, had made his

of drugs from the lab, overhearing

similar; I want to

Philip. I don't know how to thank you

the gap and saw Philip with 00, Phil, and an older

matters. I thought you'd be interested in Cynthia's

captive."

already standing, his lips curled in

send Phil, but the urge to see this spectacle for himself had been too strong. A woman so similar

something cruel within him.

suddenly understood Summer's desire to keep Cynthia captive because he too

grew more intense by the second; the lips were curled slightly, the warmness in his gaze laced with a hint

else.