[That makes sense. It was a scary place-doctors, walls and all. A part of her still thinks the numbers and words hurt him, so she'll do her best to keep him safe from those mean old forms.

It's scarier to know he had to figure it out on his own-that someone wasn't there to remind him what his sole purpose was. She can't imagine how it felt to be unknowingly trapped somewhere without knowledge as to why. At least she knew it was-]

I could hear them. It's 'for the project'-that's what they would say.

[Maybe it's the colors, the distraction of the brush or thinking he already knows the ins and outs of lab life to the point where he must know about her part in it-that he must've been involved in some kind of project on his world. And with that horrible, terrible assumption, she adds-]

I'm like you. That's why I was 'signed in'. It's the same thing.