"I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it."
“Someone in my family sold me out to the Augustines in 1953. Everyday this nutjob Dr. Whitmore tortured us, cut into us, to pieces of our eyes out. How long were you here? Five years give or take. Believe it or not, I made a friend. Enzo’s friendship kept me alive, He gave me a reason to hang onto my humanity. The Augustine’s next party was in 1958. I had been drinking Enzo’s rations for an entire year. Enzo trusted me with his life. The fire was getting out of control. I would have burned up or they would have captured me again, I mean there is no way I would have gotten another chance to escape. So I chose to save myself. I knew if I was going to save myself, I’d stop caring about Enzo, so I turned off my emotions. After that everything was fine.”