"My... Friend?"  Ennea asked, rubbing her head against Elohim's hand.  "I have no friends."  Ennea whispered, barely reacting as Dr. Ying pulled her out of the cage and hauled the short girl to her feet  "You don't have any friends either.  Monster."  Ennea whispered, staring straight ahead as the doctor handed her chain to Elohim.<br/><br/>"We are the same."  Ennea sighed, another bloody tear streaking out from her eye.  The girl placed her finger on the tear, and looked at the crimson fluid.  "This is wrong."  Ennea whimpered, involuntarily losing another dose of her sanguine humor through her eye.  "I still cry tears...  I swear!"  She shouted, realizing more and more that she had lost another aspect of her humanity.  The wound in her eyes closed, and Ennea began to shake, discovering to her terror that another bodily function was gone, that no matter how much she despaired, she wouldn't cry.  Ennea blinked, her hands starting to clench as she realized just what she was losing.<br/><br/>"Umm... to be honest... this is what we needed you for."  Dr. Ying said, as he ran towards the door.  "Her tear ducts closed as a side effect of her latest implant, but they occasionally get some residual function."  The doctor  blathered, as he backed towards the door.  Meanwhile, Ben carefully stood near the workbench where Ennea's weapons were stored, flexing his muscles almost imperceptibly.  Just as imperceptibly, the terror and despair on Ennea's face began to turn to rage, as thin rivulets of blood drifted from her palms while her claws dug into them.