"The experiments that special subjects are subjected to are far worse than anything a normal subject can ever experience," IQ120 stated. "You are special, right? If your treatment is special, your food is special. It is only right for your experiment to be special," a captor once told me.
I felt his pain, his grief from the words he said, how he said it. I felt like he didn't want to share it but thought he had no choice. Was it to accomplish what? To save me? Why? Was it because of a promise? Or was he tired of seeing other subjects die? Or had he simply been forced to learn kindness towards other races in this hell?
"The second, also a member of my race, died during a test to confirm an ability they speculated she had. Even after we both begged and cried that she didn't possess that ability, they didn't let her go." Another pause. It's almost like he wanted to give each a moment of silence, I thought.
"She was my love, my everything, the only good I believed came from this hell, yet this hell took her away. You might not know, but in my race, when we love or find a partner, we go all in. And once that partner dies, for the male, we could never find the heart to love another."
"The third went through what you are going to go through and died. So did the fourth, the fifth, and sixth before the captors banned their young from experimenting on special subjects. They all died at the hands of a starter. The seventh, um…"
"What?" I exclaimed, but he either didn't hear me, which is not possible since he could hear my whispers, or he ignored my yell.
"I don't want to share how he died… But the thing is, for a starter, a Captor young, to be appointed to you with how much you should be valued or we think you are valued, isn't true. The truth is that the value estimation I thought the captors place on you isn't correct."
"I am deeply concerned, even though you and I are not of the same race. However, the third, fifth, and sixth individuals were also not of the same race. When the third person died, I didn't really care or convinced myself that I didn't care. Even now, I'm not entirely sure… but what I do know is that I felt immense grief when the fourth, fifth, and sixth individuals died."
He let out a deep sigh, and I could almost feel the weight of it from where I stood.
"I simply don't want to keep witnessing people die," he said, his voice starting to rise to an almost maniacal level.
"Why do you just leave me alone in this hell and move on? What is wrong with you? Stay with me to help me calm my insanity, if not for that…" His voice suddenly became emotional and terrifyingly cold. "Stay and suffer with me until it is my turn to pass away."
He didn't fear death, nor did he fear the Captor. He simply wanted peace. How many experiments has he been through, and what has he witnessed… to become like this.