Lucas had moved to leaning on the wall, but pushed off as Thiago talked."This rock is not our protection. This is a prison made for us. No, I don't really remember anything, the only think I know is that you're not supposed to be locked in a room in your own home. This isn't our home, and this isn't a natural thing, I don't know what's going on, but we're all freaks. Look at you." He pointed to Thiago. "You have fairy wings. Then look at me." He pulled his shirt down slightly to show feathers growing along his chests. We are not brothers and this is not our home. Got that?" Lucas said rather rudely, it was obvious he was acting under stress, yet he was still talking. "I don't think we should stay her longer than we have to. I mean, the way it sounds is that we're prisoners here. I mean come on now, we can't even leave here."
A guard entered the room and guarded the door as another man came in to work on the now open door.
"Seriously now, fairy-boy. Go ask that guard if we can leave."