Varin looked at Dagen, both were frustrated and burning with a stubborn will to live.
"I can't escape this place by myself. THAT is what I have accepted!"
"No matter how much I thought of escaping, it was impossible to achieve. There was no conceivable way, until you came. A person I could see and talk to."
"However I couldn't rely on you immediately, not until I knew you wouldn't break. I can't rely on a mentally broken person to work with me on an escape; someone who would crumple under the stress. I needed someone with a spine."
"After observing you for a bit I've decided that you really can help get us out of here."
Dagen couldn't believe this, Varin let him rot in here for days just to see if his mind was, what, "strong enough"?
'What the fuck man! That's Bull shit!'
As pissed as this development made him, Dagen couldn't help but see where Varin was coming from. After all, would he have trusted a complete stranger with his life?
Trust that the stranger would follow a plan, if he had one? Trust that the person wouldn't blab the plan to the guards and doctors in hopes of being rewarded with less pain? Trust that the person wasn't some physiologically unstable murderer who would use him as a meat shield and kill him as soon as they got out?
No. He wouldn't.
With a sigh Dagen took a moment to step back. Rethinking their situation, a thought occurred to him,
'It hasn't even been a whole week since I met him, and he's seen me almost break down on a couple occasions, so how can he be so sure about my character and mental state? Unless…'
His eyes widened as the realization hit him.
'Varin's running out of time!'
"You've been here for almost 3 weeks right?"
Varin looked over at Dagen with the smallest hint of desperation and simply said;
"Yes"
Trying to remember how many times each of them were visited by their taciturn captors, Dagen asked, worry seeping into his voice.
"How many injections have they given you again!?"
Thinking about the 6 injections he's received so far Varin couldn't help but shake a little at the thought of what might become of him.
However, the doctor called them "preparatory solutions", what they were supposed to "prep" him for he didn't know at the time, but now he had an idea. These injections were just supposed to prepare their bodies, lessen the strain for the real changes that they were going to force later.
He couldn't see any drastic changes and didn't feel any different, so he wasn't too worried about turning into a monster… just yet.
Looking at Dagens worried face amused him a bit. It's been a long time since someone seemed so worried about him. Even if it's just because he's Dagens only help to get out of here.
"I've been injected six times. However, I don't think these were meant to cause mutations, only to prepare me for them. I don't know when they'll start getting serious, but I doubt I have much longer. It's impossible to tell what they'll do next."
"You've only been injected once right?"
Dagens face paled at the thought.
"Y-yes"
Seeing Dagens face go pale, Varin mustered up his most assuring voice and said:
"I'm sure that was just a preparatory solution as well. Try not to worry about it"
Dagen tried not to dwell on the thought.
"...yeah."
"So, how can we get out of here?"