He nods once.
“Same.”
Fair enough.
Because none of us are good anymore.
Not after seeing this place.
Not after realizing how deep Sentinel truly goes.
Hannah suddenly grabs my wrist.
I turn instantly.
Her eyes lock onto mine.
And I know that look now.
Memory overlap.
Another one hitting hard.
“They’re using the lower medical wing.”
Her voice shakes slightly.
“For what?”
She swallows hard.
“Behavioral resets.”
Silence.
Cold.
Deadly silence.
I already hate the answer before she explains it.
Hannah’s breathing turns uneven.
“They erase emotional attachment through isolation, drugs, sensory deprivation…”
Her voice nearly breaks.
“…and punishment.”
No one speaks.
Because suddenly all those emotionless children make horrifying sense.
Not born that way.
Made that way.
Hannah presses trembling fingers against her temple.
