Suddenly, his right gloved hand, fitted with a pressure activated electric gazed pad, itched. Terribly. It was hilarity bordering on annoyance now as he painfully watched the boy struggle to get onto the bed, like a new born pup trying to get up stairs whilst his siblings clung onto his back like a tumorous growth. Infact, that was an accurate to describe the entity attached to the boy. Standing by, he saw no need to help the boy nor to get in the way of those sharp claws flailing about dangerously. Eyeing them long after the boy had gotten into a sitting position and the creature had settled down around him, before his gaze slid over to the crude mouthed creature. 

 His mouth felt dry and cottony when he tried to talk, so he took a moment to try and collect himself. Imagining that he was at a lecture again, this whole thing was just a science project he was explaning. Hopefully, #774 didn't see the hesitation, "Let me explain where you are, what you are now." It was unneeded, but he felt like the boy had a right to know at least, "You've been taken for a very special government project, consider it donating yourself to scientific research and before you say anything, it's legal. You gave your 'rights' to the state the moment you were admitted into an asylum. Now, if you haven't already noticed, several changes and alterations have already been made to you, currently we are as in the dark as you are about your new...abilities. More research shall have to take place, of course, as long as you comply willingly, no further measures shall be taken to restrain you. Of course, if you exhibit any of your previous ahem...'clinically insane' traits, then you will no longer take part in this project. However, seeing as you understand me, it's a good start."

 He paused and extracted a syringe from a small pack strapped against the side of the suit, "Now, if you would just keep still whilst I take a blood sample, we can see about getting you into the common room where you can interact freely with your fellow...experiments. Unless of course, you still have any burning questions you need answer or require an aid to help you stand?" He murmured, eyes fixed to the sharp needle of the syringe as he wiped it with a disinfectant soaked cotton. Finding it easier to concentrate on the needle as he approached #774. Still a little confused exactly where he should stick the needle.
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 He was silent, staring with distant eyes at the specter as it leaned down to tend to his wound. Unrespondant to her question until a hiss escaped him at the stinging swipe of the medical gauze over his wrist. Instinctively, he jerked his hand away. Holding it gently against his chest as he looked up at the ghost, a feeling of numbness spreading through his chest. A chocked sob left him, eyes sparkling with saline tears...they rolled down his cheeks hotly...wait...His hand shot up to his right eye, "It's back...." How could this be? He had lost his eye when Edge had...Edge...Skylark, Sleipnir, Regnum...Noire

 His hand darted out to grin the front of the suit, the material felt rubbery and cold under his fingertips, "Where are the dragons? Where is Edge? Regnum? What is this place?! What new form of torture is this?!" He cried, shaking the ghost, grasping onto what he felt was solid and real...Oh god, this wasn't a hallucination was it? This wasn't another trick on his mind was it? He didn't know which was worse. Letting the specter, whose human face peered through some thick screen, attached to an unnatural deformed body, he stumbled to his feet, "Where am I? What is this?" He questioned, panick began to rise as he realized the tight confines of the room he was in.