"His heartbeat was reassuring. The pulse under his skin reminding him that he was still breathing, still alive. But what for? Every day was an endless cycle of the same things. Pitiless lab coats. Metal tables. The stale stench of antiseptic, seemingly visible against the blinding white walls of his cage. He was still breathing, still alive. But what was life if you couldn't live it? His mind always seemed to come back to the same question. The same thought haunting him, following him, chasing him in and out of his dreams, his nightmares. Was survival really worth it?" They couldn't remember a time when they weren't pinched and stabbed by needles on a daily basis. When they weren't hooked up to countless monitors and devices. When the lab coats weren't picking them apart and cutting them open. They couldn't recall a time when they didn't have these abilities. But maybe one day they would escape. Maybe one day they would be introduced the to life that they were supposed to have been born into. Maybe one day they would see light. See love. See life. But as for now, at least they had each other. It would have to do for the time being.