Crosstesting permitted [SCP-049xSCP-XXX]

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They killed... Lywen. They killed Lisa.

Those were the first thoughts of Torvic when the door to their containment opened and a blonde woman on a metal table was rolled inside. He felt lightheaded and his dark red legs began to tremble.
The harpy wanted to yell, scream at these hellish humans...! His talons tightened to fists, ready to scratch out their...!

The guards turned the table to place it near a wall and Torvic saw that the... Dead woman wasn't... Lisa Lywen.
He released a breath that he didn't notice he'd been holding and watched the world blurry from his watery eyes.

It wasn't her.
She was safe.
Hopefully.

"The bird doesn't seem so well.", One of the guards commented as he looked at the shaking avian on his weak feet. "SCP-XXX had refused to eat, right? Please provide it with a meal and enough water." The man who spoke was dressed in a white lab coat like Troy, but he couldn't remember seeing him before. Not that it meant a lot, since Torvics vision was limited by hot tears. However, he could very much feel the stare of SCP-049 on him.

"SCP-XXX... Can you tell us why you're crying?", This time it was researcher Troy again,"Is it the corpse?"
Silence.
"Last time you witnessed the death of a D-Class... Is that it?"

Torvic felt troubled to really tell them that he thought they killed Lywen and we're serving her corpse on a silver plate. Everything he says would be information for them on how to punish or threat him more. But not answering at all would be a bad choice, too...
"...I would... Like to see... Lywen...",the harpy finally replied with suffocated voice. "I would like to see that... She's fine..."

There was a moment of silence before the unknown scientist spoke up.
"That shouldn't be much of a problem... As long as you cooperate. Let's see..." Papers were turned and the Walkeyra felt his eyes regaining vision at this hopeful thought. The human was genuinely considering to let him see his friend.
With his thumb he quickly rubbed over his eyes, now seeing the new person in white more clearly. Short hair, glasses... Dr. Aiden. They had worked together before. When the avian doctor had visited the nursing station more frequently and made harmless tests. It felt like ages passed since then, even when the SCP was only a little over a month in the foundation.

"Today we would like to observe SCP-049's... 'surgery' and would like to try to get a better insight of the 'curing' process with your help.",the friendly researcher started and the plague doctor huffed disdainfully at the humans emphasis. Torvic glanced over to the annoyed SCP and saw that he had crossed his arms and deathglared down the armed guards. The harpy would be very scared in their place, but maybe such a heavy gun in your arms helped to ignore the doctor.

"SCP-XXX, If you cooperate well we will arrange a meeting with Dr. Lywen. That shouldn't be a problem, right Dr. Troy?"

The winged creature felt his heart lift and shifted his attention to the other man in white. His face looked probably like a child that had been promised a giant cake to it's birthday.

"...No, it's no problem. We can do that."
Torvic felt light-headed again, but this time of joy. He hadn't seen his friend in a long time and he would be able to make sure that she's fine. Lywen had been his first friend and supporter in this world and she had taken the job in the foundation to watch over him. It didn't go as planned and the avian didn't know if she was treated well, but finally he could get an answer to that. He had to hold himself back from chirping happily, especially to respect the womans corpse in the room, but he hugged himself with his wings and excitedly balanced on one leg.