With that, Midnight loses her tall and stoic posture, her shoulders sagging along with her head and ears. "It got to a point where I think he was hoping it would... end. That one of the experiments wouldn't be successful – that I wouldn't survive one of em, develop complications. Because from what I overheard from idle chatter, higher-ups were interested in what he was doing – but wanted to keep him with me to see what else he could accomplish, rather than move him up and require a replacement for head of my project. Granted, I wasn't that nice toward him – I was being put through hell for someone else's gain. But I think he really started to hate me because me being alive was keeping him there."