He was tired of being the last man standing. He wanted to fall, even though he clearly stated that he didn't care for me because of my health. But still, if he did die, even with all the anger and hate, he wouldn't be able to get his revenge. Death is the end of all, right?
But then, the thought of revenge against the captors came to mind. It was a thought I had never had and never thought I would have after the first experiment. And like a forgotten memory, the only thought I had when I was first captured was anger. My anger bloomed once again, and I asked, "Do you hate them?"
He replied, "No, not anymore though, you may not understand, but after staying in this hell for so long, to be honest, I have gotten attached to it."
I responded, "I can never miss this place," without any doubts in my mind.
"You have no idea how long you'll be here or if you'll ever escape. The most likely outcome is death at the hands of a captor during an experiment. You'll come to realize that even hate fades with time, requiring something to reignite it and keep it ablaze. But what is hate when you lack the power to fight? Do you understand that, or do I need to explain it to you as well?" he said calmly.
"No, you don't," I replied, turning around to gaze at the distant bars of my cell.
"You can't sense them either, can you? Even though you're considered weak category," I said, pondering just how powerful the adult captors were.
"Yes, despite being in the weak category, I can't sense their strength. It simply means I have no chance in a fair fight. Unlike you, I've encountered numerous adult captors, hundreds even, and I don't stand a chance against any of them."
"That shouldn't be enough to stop you; it won't stop my hate."
"Hahahhahahh." His laugh was loud and maniacal in nature.
Before I could get mad and retort, the next words he said left me speechless.
"You, who couldn't eat or speak for five months after just going through one experiment. What a JOKE."
"The captor who introduced the starter to you was my observer, and I asked for information on you as my information reward. I was very interested in knowing more about you, but when I saw the child, I knew I wanted this information even more. You are a weakling, not even half as mentally strong as I took you to be. It took only a single normal subject experiment to completely break your mind."
"And you believe your hate would last? It wouldn't even last half as long as mine. My loathe for the captors continued to grow until it became simple hopelessness. No one is coming to save us, and… in more than one way, there isn't anything wrong with what they are even doing."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wanted to reject it loudly, but it seemed that he wasn't open to that today. Before I could respond, he said, "What did you do to your own kind and other races in the weakest category, like you, when you were free?" He paused for a moment and then continued, "What did you or your kind do to the captors before they captured you?"