Chase learned the girl's name, and she started hugging him. It had been a very long time since anyone had hugged Chase, he'd been here for twelve years after all. The people in this place rarely even touched him; he wasn't entirely sure how to react to the sudden physical contact. At least not at first. It took a minute for him to make up his mind, but he soon decided to embrace her in return. She seemed so small and fragile compared to him, yet she was less afraid of him than all the big, burly guards in this place.<br/><br/>"I think I would also like to play that sort of game for now," the boy agreed with her. "Does hugging count as a game?" he asked. "If so, we should start with this one again next time." He smiled brightly, "Nyx Salem, you are the first person to willingly touch me in almost twelve years. I might like this game very much some day."<br/><br/>They stayed like that for a little longer before releasing each other. "I have a good idea for a game, if you like it," he said, smiling brightly, yet mischievously. "For later, if now is not a good time. It would be a game with two teams. Our team tries to go outside, and the guards' team tries to stop us. You can open doors quickly, which I think is very impressive." His purely happy smile didn't seem to fit with his next statement, "My job could be to kill the guards when the try to stop us. That way, we can play a survival game and both survive." He paused in contemplation for a minute. "I wonder if we should come back after we win or look for someplace more fun..?"