Zyh stopped sketching his horse and stared at it somewhat sorrowfully... After spending ones entire life in this place it seemed pointless and moronic to hope that they would ever be free. It seemed stupid to hope for something so distant and so unlikely. Hoping would only set him up for more disappointment... But was not hoping giving up?<br/>If he didn't care if he lived or died... mean that he was already dead inside...? No, he must not give up hoping, he must not give in to the fear of hoping that one day they could taste freedom, not just him, but all his brothers and sisters... But what did freedom taste like? Should he keep hoping just to be defiant of the will of their overlords? Did their overlords even care? So many questions had made their way into his mind, so many things had worked their way in... He didn't know what he should hope for, think, and be afraid of anymore... The scientist would continue their testing no matter what he said or did, no matter how much he screamed and fought them. They didn't care...<br/>Not caring... Not having anyone that cared about you was in its way, worse than being hated. If they hated him, at least they would care what he did. But their lack of caring, lack of concern, it was maddening... He sighed, glancing around at his peers, trying to calm himself before he got to angry and started to freak out bad enough to set the alarm off. He was already breathing quite a bit heavier...<br/><br/>His head perked up and his eyes darted over to his sisters as Kate started talking. His brothers and sisters... they were much different from the Scientists. The voices of the Scientists were stark in comparison to her voice, monotone and blank. He wasnt sure what exactly it was called, but there was something hidden in his peers' voices that indicated that they could feel. they knew what fear was... He smirked slightly at her first question, happy that at least one of them felt up to trying to annoy the instructors, their overlords... He used to try too, back when he was much longer. By now most of them had realized that the scientists and instructors didn't give a flying ----. He was almost tempted enough to join in, but what she did next shocked him completely. He glanced around as his brothers and sisters, trying to see how they reacted. Zyh really didn't know what to think... Hearing murmurs among them, Zyh faced back at the front of the room...Finally, his gaze landed on the instructor, searching his face for anything, any spark of feeling, anything that signaled that he cared. But there was nothing. NOTHING. Zyh sat up straight in his chair, staring at the instructor, looking at the man with such an aggrivating lack of concern... Were they even considered men? They call themselves perfect. How can THAT be perfect?  He glared with such hatred at that... THING. That thing wasn't even a person!<br/>Yet him, Zyh, and his brothers and sisters, they were the ones kept locked up. He glanced at the alarm on his desk, sure that if he got much angrier that it would be set off. He had figured out that his alarm was set to go off when his stress levels were higher than some of the others in here.