Keaira jumped back a step when the cell door swung open. She looked around when she saw others were leaving their rooms to go toward the voice, and followed suit. Her hand trailed the wall, trying to understand why she wanted to run instead of just walk like everyone else and that hand helped her keep a bit of balance for trying to keep a similar pace to everyone else. Picking a spot against a wall, she did her best to stand still and not fidget, but she couldn't; she found she kept shifting from one leg to the next. A dozen and five thoughts kept swirling around in her head.

Finally, it got to a point when she noticed no one else was going over to this guy that said he was their father. She looked around, pushing away from the wall and stepping forward. "Hi, can I go? Because there has to be other stuff, right? Right. So I was hoping I could ask some questions. That's okay right? No one else minds? Great," she said - almost as if she didn't take a breath. She walked forward, doing her best not to rush though it was hard which put a lot of sway to her sashay.

She slid onto the seat everyone else had been taking and faced him. "So, what should I start off with? Probably the first thing in mind, right? Like something no one else asked? What did other people ask? Oh! Well, so, if you're you and I don't look like my siblings," she glanced around at the others when she said that, "that means we all have different mothers, right? Because if we all have different mothers, then I was wondering what my mother was like. Because if we all were from the same parents, we would kind of look alike but I don't really see a resemblance. Is there a resemblance I'm not seeing?" 

Father laughed. "Oh Keaira, talking at a million miles per hour again." He smiled warmly. "I can assure you you all have the same mother. The resemblance is a little more odd, you see you resemble one another in the aspect that you all are part-animal." He said. "And you Ki, which was what we tended to call you by the way, you look very much like your mother, in fact she babied you a lot." Father went on. "She just would have loved to give you kids the world, I remember she would come home so excited just to see you all." He laughed and began to wipe tears from his eyes.

She didn't remember the nickname, then again, she didn't remember her mother. Minute sadness overtook her features, down turning her lips and pinching her brows ever so slightly; she didn't remember anything, but all that past tense and Father's tears meant one thing. Dead. A foot perched on the seat of the chair she sat on, giving her arms somewhere to rest as her fingers combed her hair. Her eyes watered a little, but she wanted to soldier past, millions of other thoughts on her mind.

Unfortunately, that's not what came out. "So how did she die then? Because you talk about her like she's dead. Was it peaceful? Did we get to go to the funeral? Oh, and was Mom pretty?" The sadness washed away, save for a slight glistening of tears along her lower eyelids, to a soft smile. "I bet she was pretty. And was it genetic that we all are part animal or was there a different reason for that? Did she approve of the different reason if that were the case? If we were made part animal, how long has it been? Oh, even better question than that. So never mind that last one, well - I want to know the answer but not as much as this next one. How old am I?"

"Your mother...She passed in a plane crash on her way to the island we're on right now. It was horrific, she died instantly, but the rest of the people weren't so lucky. We went to her funeral, but it was closed casket. She didn't die peacefully at all... She was so beautiful, I miss her so much." He took out a handkerchief and wiped at the tears that were now streaming down his face. "It was not genetic, no." He said with a light sigh. "We don't know why you turned, radiation maybe? But we still loved you all so much, you're my children and that will never change. You've been this way since birth, 18 years ago."

Father began to cry deeply and was ushered out of the room by some security guards. 

Keaira blinked, the frown sweeping back over her features. She turned, looking to the others. "I - that's not my fault. I swear. We were talking and I was sad and he was sad and that is not my fault. And I wasn't paying attention to what you guys asked. So when you guys talked to Father, what did you ask? What did he tell you? Because, I mean, we're all siblings so we should share right? That's what siblings do? We share and we look out for each other and stuff like that? That's what I think we're supposed to do anyways, so I'm going to try to do that stuff."