You get used to it…Where I’m from no one really uses your name. You’re just called what your project was with your experiment number. It prevented any attachment.
W-well you’re out of there now. That’s good, isn’t it…? You’re not just a number or… or an experiment?
*she nods, softly, her mismatched eyes looking at the ground*
Yeah…yeah….It feels good to have freedom….
Mmmm! And it s-should feel good. You deserve to have your freedom. E-everyone does.
Jack Maple 