The young man walked with her wobbling back and forth and he had to think of what was going to be said. Looking concerned and almost had a childish gaze in his eyes as if he was remembering something and he paused rubbed his head, "Why dis they take us... We never hurt them. WhiteCoats beat us and poked us with... Long pointy shiny things, things that make draws of sticky mass. Why they do pain and hurts to..." his voice cracked and he shut up. It hurt to talk, it hurt to say more than two words, but what was worse... It made him think of the thing that kept him safe.Â<br/><br/>The thing that raised him....<br/><br/>He moved around the bush slowly and looked down. His mind was a child mindset, he barely could remember who he was. He did know the place that took him away made mutated beings with multiple traits like he had. The only specific thing they did was with strange mutagenic diseases, made things like him. A mutated failure. The successful ones were in a lab not far off and were snakelike and could speak multiple tongues. His origin was from a lab based on finding new ways to help other Schools, his was a testing ground.Â<br/><br/>XI looked to Pecca and whimpered like a pup rubbing his deformed arm, the sun was hot on his skin. It irritated him, this was his first day being in the sun ever, it burned but his skin didn't show it. It was too beat and cut to really do mug to it other than make him irritable. The male hunched over and began to walk in the strange crouch, "Pea-ka... Where we go?" his voice was so mature but yet... It was so young.Â<br/><br/>In all things the young man would need his new friend, he needed someone to teach him what he would need. It had been years since anyone had done so.Â