The strong guy talked to him all of a sudden while they were training. He seems to have heard his mumbling, [I]'Kevin... was it? Does he have sharp ears too?'[/I], or perhaps mind reading. Limbo listened to him while he continued lifting. Seems like Kevin was talking about their training. He doesn't remember him saying anything about where he came from, but what he heard was quite harsh. His training was a bit similar, but the organization seems to have given him an easier one than these kind of training Kevin had. Perhaps they were still being somehow considerate of his young age.

Finishing with the gas chamber training, Kevin laughed. He had been pretty jolly in the eyes of Limbo, "Huh.. Must have been hard," he responded, fairly interested in what he said. "You're a pretty happy guy aren't you?" he looked that way to him since he had been the most energetic one among everyone here, must be optimistic, that or he's one of those they call an 'M'. Not that Limbo hate optimistic guys like that though. People like them can influence everyone's mood, mostly in a good way. It has been a while since the boy had heard or seen laughing like that. All he heard in the organization were snickers of the criminals that had dirty minds, thinking of crimes and such. 

After his almost 300th lift, Limbo stopped and sat on a bench for a short break, [I]'Hopefully it's alright,'[/I] if not, he'll just go and start again. His stamina still isn't that good for some reason. He can still last pretty longer than most people though, he had his power to help him with things before too. Sitting there, he observed the others and readied himself to continue training once he feels like it's alright to or if Vlad tells him to.