You shouldn’t be talking to him, Felwoon. He’s IRIS. They’re not “nice”, no matter what they say – if you point that camera at me, I will punch through this glass and cram it down your throat. I am no one’s lab rat, no matter what your colleagues think of me. Spare me the apologies.

When did your wife leave? My apologies. It’s just observation. The spare women’s clothes you lent to Felwoon. Doubt you wear those. A new picture of a woman over the fireplace mantel, too young to be your mother, too different to be a relative. A Christmas photo from this past holiday with the same person, and a little girl. The overflowing basket of cards you keep by your desk in the living room…so when did she leave?

You didn’t make me do anything. I chose to stay. Not sure if my unit stayed together or not, but I know there are other agents like me. At least two in this facility, as far as I’ve seen. They gave me messages to pass on, reports to hand over, which is why I want to get out of here as soon as possible…you are always welcome to wherever I am. And you know you’d have nothing to fear if you were under our protection…but I’ll spare you the spiel.