Chase felt bad, he wanted to comfort her, but something she'd said had stirred up an almost forgotten dream inside of him. "You've been to school?" he asked, he sounded excited, but there was a deep longing in his eyes. "School started at a later age where I lived, so I only got to go for a few weeks. That's where there are lots of other kids who play together and make friends, right? And they teach you things, like reading and numbers!"<br/><br/>Their hugging moment ended when Chase started rambling. He'd gotten too excited to focus on the game. For a moment he avoided eye contact, "No one here ever bothered to teach me anything. They think I'm stupid because I talk about games a lot and they think games are just a kid thing." He then looked at her, seeming sad and almost desperate, "But I've been trying to learn stuff! I listen to what the guards and nurses say and I taught myself to read and count. I can't write very neatly, but I don't have anything to practice with..." his rant sort of fizzled out then, and he looked very sad. He wanted to learn more, his mind was sharp and active, but it felt so empty.<br/><br/>Chase looked at Nyx with a sort of apologetic smile. "Since you went to school, can you teach me stuff? Which is first, a million or a billion, and what's after those? Who's William Shakespeare? How many stars are there in the sky? How far is it from here to England?" He had many questions.