"Marcus is a dipshit and I don't owe you anything," Lex scoffed. They<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>deserve to know, he wasn't ignorant of that. If he'd been in their position, he'd be anxious, too. But that girl... He didn't get her. Or rather, he got her too well. She was so similar to Jenessa in the worst ways, hardheadedness and a false sense of entitlement being two characteristics that immediately came to mind. It was mildly annoying, to say the least. But, again,<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was the bad guy here. He sighed. "No, I don't want you touching the canister. Dicen was..<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>a prototype transgenic Realian. He was going to be the future of medicine if I hadn't had a gag order."<br/><br/>Marcus waved his hand, gesturing pointlessly for his brother to continue. "Elaborate."<br/><br/>"He's a product of genetic engineering. Obviously; all of them are. But my research was primarily focused on synthesized t-cells that were capable of helping the human body basically not die." Honestly, it was really unfortunate that explaining his research in detail would've been entirely pointless since neither of them had very vested interested in medicine. "This opened up all<span style="font-style: italic">kinds</span>of doors. Organ regeneration, theoretically seamless immunity, the potential for<span style="font-style: italic">immortality</span>, even. And Dicen is the product of that research. He is<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>valuable, so no. I don't want you touching the canister. Just, let him sleep."