Chapter 3: Wake up, dead man

"Marvellous..."

The Vice Chairman spoke quietly, almost to himself as the members of the Lamarck Club bore witness to the events replaying upon the central display. The feed stuttered and flickered erratically as numerous eruptions of viscous blue littered the landscape one after another as a slender animalistic figure tore its way towards the encroaching threat: the Gutenberg. After a brief moment the footage hesitated once more before a sudden skip, now presenting a new scene. The new figure was displayed once more, though it was now center stage. The vicious stampeding machine stood a top the now motionless form of the once imposing Klaxosaur, mouth agape as it roared towards the sky, before moments later freezing into that inert, unsettling position.

"How is something like that even possible? You'd stated that only the special specimen could pilot a FranXX in that condition, doctor." Lemur turned to the entry way to address the frail old man.

"This... This isn't like that. Code 002 is capable of reacting to commands and direction. This unit was acting purely upon a singular motivation, as though it was instinct driving it, rather than any actual thought." The doctor's one remaining brow furrowed as he stepped forward, taking in the image of the still machine.

"So, in layman's terms, this was an unconscious reaction? The desire to serve is so ingrained in the specimens nature he could act even when not in full control?" The Vice Chairman began again.

"To serve, or to fight?" Gorilla spoke up. "To blindly trust that he was following previous orders is a tremendous risk. This was Code 003, no? How can we be sure when he is surrounded by so many variables outside the norm of regular parasites. This experiment has become too much of a risk, it would be safest if he was eliminated as soon as possible."

"Indeed, many things about this specimen lead me to believe he is a potential risk. To think a stamen could even engage the stampede function on a FranXX... Should it even be possible?" Marmoset added, tilting her head in the direction of the doctor, intruding upon his thoughts.

"In theory... Though it is extremely unlikely. During the initial testing phases of the piloting mechanics for the FranXX we discovered the stampede mode to be possibility, and an interesting anomaly presented itself. Though the activation was found to be lethal to both genders, we found that it was particularly damaging towards the males. It is one of the reasons why all pistils are female, the strain placed upon them is roughly one third of what a stamen would endure should they connect to the machine."

"Then to come out of this event at all is a shocking turn of events. To endure three times the load and come out alive is one thing, but to complete the current mission and neutralize the approaching threat in such a state..."

After a momentary pause, Tarsier broke the silence.

"What's strange is the implication that everything we've strove for may be a hindrance after all. This whole time we've given the boy a dangerous amount of freedom, and in the end, rather than leading to issues, we've created a pilot that may be a viable second option for us. Perhaps we should allow for more parasites to act under similar conditions."

"Absolutely not, this has been nothing more than a coincidence and nothing more substantial than that. Our ways have been chosen because they are effective and efficient, emotions are purely detrimental and have lead to numerous instances of parasites wavering in their duties." Gorilla protested.

"Perhaps." Papa finally spoke. "However in our tests we have seen nothing but steady improvement from Code 003, an event that has never truly manifested in other subjects before. He has become a very useful tool for us, the question now is what is the variable that has made it so. There is a chance of an abnormality in his genetic composition, or maybe his environment on the front is responsible, though if I were to wager a guess it would be that it has something to do with her."

"The subject has shown on numerous occasions that she affects his decisions substantially. Though the chances of such being the catalyst of a change like his seems unlikely. Perhaps we shall learn more as Werner's new test team develops as well." At the mention of this, the old man grew interested once more in the train of conversation, turning his gaze towards the Vice Chairman at his words.

"Indeed. We will be granting your request, Werner. As of today, you will be allowed to oversee the progression of Plantation 13 as you see fit. Perhaps then we will gain more clarity in regards to Code 003 and the potential betterment of our forces, though the conditions of your test team will be subject to our intervention should it be deemed absolutely necessary."

A wide grin breached Werner's complexion, hidden beneath the metal bonds coating the majority of his face. After a short, wordless bow, the old man turned and exited the meeting room along with his entourage, leaving the members of the council alone.

"Now, the only remaining matter is the current condition of Code 003." Upon finishing, the Vice Chairman brought up a new display, featuring a variety of information. The most striking of which being the steadily pulsing line to the left of the monitor, and the accompanying phrase below.

Status: WIA (Unresponsive)

The hall was cold and barren, walls colored a soft grey for as far as he could see in either direction, no breaks or deviation upon its surface. Jin held his hands out in front of him, turning them over slowly as he considered his surroundings. After a few moments in silence he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

What happened?

Where is this place, and why does everything feel so... distant... cold?

Am I... Dead?

"Please, you really think that you'd get off that easy?"

At the unexpected reply to his unspoken question Jin stumbled back as he turned to face the source of the sudden break in the deafening silence. A few feet away down the left of the hallway was a young parasite, close to himself in age. He easily stood shoulder to shoulder with Jin and wore his brown hair in a similar fashion as well, short on the sides and swept back on the top. He'd noticed the new arrival wore white shorts and a white shirt to match, but what struck him as odd was his lack of footwear. Jin could merely stand in mild shock as the boy began to approach him, his pale blue eyes filling him with a suffocating anxiety, however when the boy stopped a few feet before reaching him and spoke, it washed away.

"Nice look!" He scoffed, reaching out and rustling his hair. At the touch, Jin couldn't help but laugh, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. "You got taller."

"You're sure I'm not dead? Because I don't ever remember seeing ghosts before." Jin smiled sadly, wiping his eyes.

"Ouch, I didn't think I looked that bad, do I?"

"No worse than usual... It- It's good to see you Eiji..." He finished, wrapping his arms around the parasite. After a few moments the pair separated.

"So, where are we anyways?" Eiji spoke up.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Course not! This is all you, I'm just along for the ride is all." He finished with a grin, draping an arm over Jin's shoulders. "Well if you don't remember then we'll have to explore for a bit!"

Time seemed to merely list gently by as the pair walked, they could have been walking for hours and it wouldn't have made a difference. Thoughts raced through Jin's mind with each step they took. Why was this happening? If he wasn't dead than why was Eiji with him? And he still hadn't the slightest clue what it was they were seeing or where they were even supposed to be going. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the end of the hallway began to grow brighter, causing the white clad parasite to quicken his pace, almost dragging his companion along.

The two breached the light and found themselves standing in a small field of sorts, almost like an enclosed park. Large walls loomed above on all four sides but the sky remained visible as the sun beamed down on the clearing around them. Towards the center stood a small tree providing a small amount of shade, and on the opposite side of the enclosure stood a mirrored entrance, leading to what seemed to be another hall. The most noticeable change in the environment though, was the sudden presence of voices. Laughter and shouting filled the air, as Jin took in the surroundings he noted a group of children, kicking a ball to one another on the far side of the clearing.

As the two approached the group they began to pick out distinct features. White clothes, with matching white collars were worn by each of the children, along with orange numbers displayed on the backs of the neck pieces. They were parasites? Then this must be the Garden.

"So," Eiji glanced towards Jin, eyebrows raised with an air of questioning to his words. "The Garden. Any idea why we're seeing this? Doesn't seem like this is anything current, other wise..."

He leaned down ever so slightly, extending an arm out in front of a child, eagerly chasing after a ball. Just when the boy should have made contact however, he passed right through, continuing to play, unaware of the pairs presence. Eiji regained his position, resting his other hand against his arm, as though he was checking to be sure he really wasn't just an apparition, laughing to himself as he disproved the thought.

"No idea, I haven't been here since-" Before he could finish he was cut off by a loud cheering of the children. Turning to face the source of the commotion he couldn't help but feel his breath catch and eyes widen ever slightly at the sight. A young child with shaggy black hair came sprinting out of the entrance opposite to where they were standing, his dark brown eyes gleaming as he rushed towards the group of his peers.

"872!" They called, rushing to meet him halfway. As the group met him they began to frantically speak, falling into conversation with the newcomer as he smiled and merged with the group.

"That's your old identification, isn't it? You know, before you went and got yourself a fancy new one that is." Eiji teased, prodding Jin as his brows furrowed in contemplation.

"Yea... That-... It's definitely me."

"Really? Hard to believe that you even knew how to talk to people once, let alone had this many friends." He rolled his eyes before walking forwards towards the small group, beckoning Jin to follow.

Just before reaching the group, Jin felt a sudden tug on his arm. Looking up he noticed Eiji, staring off in the direction of the entryway. Following his gaze he noticed two masked adults; Caretakers. Individuals who oversaw every aspect of the children's lives, what was odd were the hushed tones they spoke to one another in. It was very uncommon for them to take on such a defensive posture, let alone around the children.

The pair reached the adults after a moment, who seemed just as oblivious to their presence as the children. As strange as it was it was seeming more and more likely that this was nothing more than a memory, but how? The closer they moved the easier it became to hear their conversation, a deep unease settling as the conversation became clear.

"It will be difficult to keep the children in line once the next shuttle arrives. They won't take the disposal of Code 872 well."

"Unimportant." The other began. "Code 872 has performed far bellow acceptable ratings time and time again and has shown no visible improvement. His physical exams have been reviewed as well and he is not permitted to undergo an elixir injection as his chances of survival are virtually non-existent. It would be a waste of time."

"Of course, we'll merely have to see that it is dealt with when the time comes. In the event that any of the children become to vocal about his removal, they'll be subject to the reconditioning process."

The pair stood in silence, Eiji's eyes drifting towards the ground as Jin merely sighed and scratched the back of his head. As Eiji looked up to speak he noticed an odd look in his friend's eyes, not one of sadness or discomfort, but anticipation. He knew what was coming next. He was remembering. As the thought crossed his mind he glanced back towards the children, taking note of the diminutive, black haired parasite staring back in their direction as a distorted and robotic voice silenced the two Caretakers.

"That won't be necessary." Dr. Franxx interjected. "I've made other arrangements for that boy. His social nature is very out of character for the children, and therefore interests me greatly. He'll be remaining here for a few more years. Once he reaches the minimum age required to withstand the rigors of piloting he will be coming with me." The old doctor turned his gaze towards the young parasite.

"I have a test I'd like to run that he would be perfect for. I'm curious to see the results."

Their surroundings became still, as though they were no longer in a memory, but rather in a picture, framed and motionless. Eiji turned to Jin, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Test?"

"It's a... very long story."

More time passed as the pair walked on in silence. Upon the doctors final words Jin had grown uneasy, beginning down the adjoining hallway, as though he had wanted to put as much space between him and the memory itself as possible. The air once more held only the sound of footsteps as they reverberated off the surrounding walls, punctuating the uncomfortable silence.

"You said it was a long story. You never mentioned it before, and it seems to me like we've got time."

"You've got time," Jin snapped back at the insinuation. "I can't stay here, wherever here is."

"Well you can't just leave so we might as well talk about it."

"What do you mean 'can't leave'? I thought you were just along for the ride, so why do you suddenly sound so sure?" He spoke as he turned and closed the distance between them, the irritation ringing clear in his voice.

Sighing in defeat, Eiji shrugged his shoulders and raised his head to meet his friends gaze.

"You can't leave because you're not actually here, neither am I. Right now all you can do is see what there is to see until you wake up."

"Wake up?"

"Like I said, you're not dead, otherwise you likely wouldn't be seeing anything at all, but you're not in good shape either. You're here because your body is barely holding on, you can't get back to it even if you wanted to."

Though he had finished speaking, the words weren't received, at least they didn't seem to be. Jin hadn't reacted the way he'd expected, he didn't react at all really, merely relaxed his posture. Jin slouched back against the wall, slowly sliding down into a heap on the floor, resting his head in his hands.

"You... You don't seem to concerned about it."

"What good would that do, I'd still be in the same position, and if I have no choice but to be here I might as well relax rather than lose it." He groaned, rubbing his temples apprehensively.

"No, that's not it. You are concerned, just not about your body. You're concerned about this; whats happening right now. Why?"

A callous, sarcastic smile broke Jin's expression as he raised his head lazily.

"Would you believe me if I told you I'm just shy?"

"I'm shocked. You live day to day doing what you do, and there's something in here that worries you?"

Just as the words left his mouth the air was split by a blood curdling scream that seemed to emanate all around them. Jin leapt to his feet, staring down the hall in the direction they had been previously heading, frozen in place, his limbs rigid. Eiji looked desperately to the black clad parasite, a pleading look filling his eyes as he awaited a reaction. After a brief moment of hesitation, Jin took off down the hall at full tilt, gasping as though he were out of breath already as a deep anxious pit grew in his chest.

Moments later the pair came to a break in the solid wall; an open doorway. Turning sharply they stopped dead in their tracks upon finding themselves in a blinding white room, the cries now louder than ever, it's source now clear. In the center of the room stood numerous adults dressed in the attire of Plantation medical staff, urgently working around a writhing figure safely restrained upon a hospital bed. Moving to the opposite side of the room the occupant was in full view, and the scene was more terrible than either of the boys could have imagined. Upon the bed was a young pilot, maybe four or five years their junior with a mess of black hair, drenched with sweat. He had been stripped down to nothing but his underwear, leaving the majority of his body exposed, displaying a horrific sight.

Covering nearly the entirety of his chest was a vicious dark blue tumorous mass, the amalgamation of flesh and biological matter so progressed they could hardly tell where it ended and the parasite's skin began. From the base of the growth, numerous blue extensions ran across the length of his body just under the surface of skin like tubes, so engorged they looked as though they would burst at any moment. The massive spider web of an infection ran down his thighs, his biceps, and even along his neck, reaching up to the borders of his eyes, which were hemorrhaged and filled with blood, further denoting the severity of his condition.

As the two looked on in a mix of shock and apprehension, the parasite continued his desperate wailing, fighting against his bonds, his voice becoming distorted and restricted as he began choking on a mixture of bloody froth and bile. As an orderly approached the patient to remove the liquid, Eiji glanced nervously in the direction of the accompanying black haired parasite at his side.

"Wh-What is this?"

His question fell upon deaf ears, Jin had been enthralled by the scene before him. He was stunned, unable to move, as the boy's pleading eyes seemingly met his own. He couldn't help but to stare back into the crimson mess, his every breath catching in his throat, every exhale a struggle as echos rang through out his mind.

Not yet!

Not here!

Fight through it!

Live!

Don't die like this!

You have to live!

The voice hammered inside his head, driving frigid nails into his brain. Those pleading eye's weren't begging for release, they were crying out for the strength to endure, to overcome the agony he was enduring. Countless hours flitted by as the onlookers awaited an end, and sure enough, the cries soon grew fainter, then fell to mere whimpers and pitiful sobs. Eventually they had stopped altogether as the parasite's eyes fell shut, short ragged breaths forcing their way past his battered vocal chords. Though the commotion had subsided the palpable tension remained as the pair idly remained. Jin had been stood at the bed side for the whole of the experience, one hand gripped the railing of the bed frame, knuckles white, while the other sat hovering just above the malicious growth of the child before him. His hand shook nervously as he traced it along the surface before bringing it back to his own chest, desperately gripping at his shirt, unable to tear his eyes away.

Moments later a sharp ring echoed throughout the room.

"Time to wake up, dead man."

The still figure of the young parasite burst to life as he gasped and choked, heaving from the exertion. As his strain lessened he used the little energy he possessed to face his addressee, Jin's eyes unconsciously following the boy's gaze. On the opposite side of the bed, a wooden cane rested atop the railing, held in the hand of a familiar old man.

"You're making me out to look quite the fool young man. You should be nothing more than a corpse by now, or at least a much quieter one anyways." Dr. Franxx taunted, lowering his cane and resting his weight against it.

"So how much longer will you keep fighting it? The chances of your condition improving are relatively slim. You know I can't lessen the pain anymore than it already is, are you really fine with that?"

The nod the boy gave was slight, almost unnoticeable, but his message was clear.

"What for? Even if all this ends well and your health improves you'll merely be sent back to the Garden, which means they'll dispose of you."

The old man nearly spat his last words, driving his point home. In some strange way it seemed as though he pitied the child, almost as though he was petitioning him to give up; To rest.

"I hav-... T-Try..." The boy whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gasped once more, the beginnings of the torment were clearly beginning to escalate once more as the muscles in his neck tensed, his fingers and toes curling. As the parasite arched his back violently, and bared his teeth at the coming wave of pain, Jin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the shattering howl that never came.

The air in the room had changed, it was now... warmer? Gone was the chill of the clinical ward and replaced with a more comfortable feeling. Jin opened his eyes, and to his great confusion the rise in temperature was the most minor of the changes. They were in a new room, lights dimmed and silent monitors lining the walls. This was a plantation briefing room, the change had been so sudden and without warning, it left his mind reeling as he tried to process everything he'd just seen and was seeing now.

"What... was that?"

His companion spoke up, eyes filled with pain and sorrow, glued to the floor as he focused on a larger concern than the change in location. The question was obvious but uncomfortable none the less, after all it had been a long time, and he'd never seen it from an outside perspective, but he had no idea it was such an appalling sight.

"I did say it was long story." Jin spoke in nearly a whisper, slowly lowering himself onto one of the many benches of the briefing room, leaning back against the another to his rear.

"So then, you never changed with the rest of us, because you didn't want us to see?" Eiji pressed, placing himself at his friends side.

Jin sat quietly for a moment, a silent debate running through his brain before finally shaking his head. Sitting up straight he gripped the base of his shirt before briefly hesitating. After quietly steadying his resolve, he took one final deep breath and raised the covering to reveal the grim sight beneath. Covering his chest was a gruesome scar resembling the remnants of what looked like a terrible burn, the skin clearly devastated. From its base ran a number of smaller ones, twisting and crawling across every surface, down to his belt line, to the edges of his sleeves and upwards to the collar, carefully hidden beneath every layer of the clothing.

"Not like you can tell anyone now anyways." He laughed, a vain attempt to cover his nervousness and fear. Keeping this secret had become second nature, to reveal it even in this facsimile of a real confrontation, screamed danger as though he were betraying his most basic instincts. Whatever it was from his companions reaction he'd feared, it never came to pass; No words were spoken, no gasps nor tears, merely those same pain filled eyes. The weight of the gaze filled him with a sense of unease, every thought his friend was thinking, every judgment, ever empathetic word flooded his mind like rain, drowning out all else. He was being pitied, and at the realization the unease was replaced with a new flurry of emotion; Discomfort, frustration, irritation... Anger.

Letting his shirt fall back into place, he twisted his eyes shut once more, squeezing his knees as he calmed himself. He knew this is what would happen after all, any normal person would react the same, he couldn't blame Eiji for that. However, he wasn't someone who needed to be pitied, he was strong enough to survive the infection and he was strong enough to survive anything else. He was strong, and he was skilled. He wasn't weak. Not anymore.

When he'd finally opened his eyes he found the room now filled with numerous new occupants. The black haired parasite stood at the front of the room, facing a plantation commander flanked by security. The man held a stern expression as he spoke, a heavy callousness clung to every word.

"Code 872, as it stands you are removed from active duty and stripped of your rank as an official parasite. You have shown fear in the face of the enemy and refused to sortie, and as a result when the next shuttles arrive, you will be boarding one, and returning to the Garden."

The child held his head low, facing the floor as his commanding officer spoke. His body quivered at the man's words, a clear desperation filled him, that alone was evident in the way he carried himself.

"If there is nothing else, you are free to return to the boarding house and await your departure. Someone will be sent to collect you when the shuttles arrive."

"I'd like to make a request!"

The outburst was sudden and had clearly caught the room by surprise. The parasite was now looking directly at the commander, fists clenched as he held his ground awaiting a response.

"It isn't your place to 'request' anything 872, now return to the boarding house immediately or I will have you escorted there."

"I just want a chance! Please!" The boy shouted, pleading with everything he had. As he'd moved forward his advance was forced to a halt, the plantation security moved to meet him, restraining his arms and holding him in place.

The commanders face became muddled with a look of annoyance; However, just as he began to give the order to remove the young parasite, he was cut off by a body-less voice, emanating throughout the room.

"Enough. Release the child."

All occupants turned to face the source, even Eiji and Jin were drawn to the voice, after all they'd heard its commanding pull their whole lives. It belonged to Papa. The main monitor at the front of the room displayed his daunting image, the remainder of the screens blinked to life displaying the remaining members of APE. The men released the parasites arms and held their own at their sides, standing at attention.

"You are dismissed commander. We would like to speak to with Code 872 and Dr. Franxx in private." The Vice Chairman ordered.

At the mention of the old man, the boy glanced over his shoulders, scanning the room before resting his gaze towards the two silent onlookers. Jin and his companion turned to follow the stare, finding Dr. Franxx silently stood at the rear of the room. After a quick, knowing wink from the doctor, the boy turned back to the displays once more just in time to see the adults file out of the room. As the door hissed shut, the space was now empty, save for the 872, the Doctor, and the pair of silent on lookers.

"Now, we will keep this brief. The doctor has informed us that you have a request. What is it that you wish to ask for that could hold enough importance to warrant out attention?"

The boy stood in silent, dumbfounded awe at his new audience. He had clearly hadn't expected that his request would be heard by Papa himself, and the entirety of APE. Gathering his courage he spoke with a quake to his voice, desperately trying to relay his plea.

"I-I know that I'm going to be sent b-back to the Garden, and I know what that m-means too. It means I'll be disposed of."

The faces stared in silence, the weight of their combined gaze was so great the room felt as though it were filled with water, crushing its occupants beneath its pressure. The boy took a deep breath, steadying himself for the remainder of his trial.

"I would like to instead be reassigned." He held his eyes shut as he finished, desperately trying to suppress his swelling anxiety.

"And where exactly would you have us send you? You are a failure Code 872, and as such you are no longer of use to humanity." Baboon replied, his voice cold and calculating.

"The front lines."

The reply had been so quick that it took even the Doctor by surprise. There hadn't been an ounce of hesitation in the child's voice as he threw his question out, eyes upon the monitors as he finally made eye contact with the Council.

"Why would you wish to go there? You have shown signs that you are afraid to defend your plantation, and yet you would have us send you to the front of all places?" Marmoset spoke up in response to the shocking reply.

"If I go it would be the same as me being sent back and disposed of. This way, at the very least you will be able to use me as a sacrifice."

"You've yet to explain the benefit to yourself. As said before you displayed signs of hesitation when faced with death. What would be different if you were reassigned? What do you stand to gain?" Lemur replied.

"There-... There is a chance that I could improve. If I don't die, I'll get stronger. If I get stronger I can become a better pilot."

The room fell silent once more as the masked figures turned to face one another. This had clearly not been expected, after all no parasite had ever expressed ideas of improving beyond what they were predicted to. That is why they were assigned code numbers, the lower the number the higher their potential as pilots. If your number was high you were deemed expendable, and with such a high designation the expectations of 872 were about as low as they could get.

"What do you think Doctor?" The vice chairman addressed the old man.

Dr. Franxx stroked his mustache with his thumb and forefinger as he considered the question genuinely. Finally he lowered his hand back to his cane and began.

"As I reported earlier, Code 872 had become infected with a mysterious growth just before his refusal to sortie, as a result of the test. We were unable to identify its composition, nor what it was trying to do; However we did discover that as the infection spread it began causing increasing levels of damage to the host. It was slowly destroying his cells and causing mass organ failure as though it were cancerous in nature, killing him slowly and putting him through indescribable pain. He should have died months ago, and yet-"

The doctor raised a hand toward the boy, a sly grin making itself apparent by the rising of his cheek.

"There he is. Slowly the infection fell into remission and vanished, even now we can find no trace of it whatsoever. His body not only fought off the infection but somehow grew a resistance to it, adapting and evolving in such an astonishingly brief amount of time. That alone was an impossible success, I see no reason why it couldn't happen again."

It seemed as though the following silence lasted a life time the room awaiting an answer to the question with baited breath, while Jin merely sat quietly, lowering his eyes as the conversation began once more.

"Then if I may ask, why did you refuse to pilot when the plantation required you to? You don't seem like you're afraid of giving your life for humanity, so then what was the reason behind such and action." Papa finally asked. His caring tone did well to hide the fact that his prying words were more of demand than a question.

Like a child caught where he didn't belong, Code 872's shoulders fell, his resolve wavering once more at the inquiry.

"I'm not a very good pilot. I'm not skilled like the others are, and I don't have experience to compensate for that either. Even before all this I was a failure as a parasite, and I knew that. I knew I was going to die one day in service to humanity and that never scared me. What made me afraid-"

He choked as he attempted to continue his train of thought. Gulping down the pit in his throat he continued.

"What I was afraid of was that I would fail and my partner would die with me as a result. That's why I asked for Code 068 to take my place."

The council seemed to draw back as though they were disgusted by what it was they were hearing, whilst Papa and the Vice chairman maintained their composure throughout. As the others scrambled to speak Papa held up a hand, halting the chastisement before it could even begin.

"As I'm sure you're well aware Code 872, sentimentality is strictly forbidden, even in regards to your fellow test subject." The Vice Chairman criticized.

The parasite nodded, eyes glued to the floor.

"However you don't seem to regret that, how curious. If I sent her with you to the front lines would you pilot with her?" Papa interjected.

Code 872 froze, eyes wide as he began to stammer. He couldn't lie, and yet he couldn't answer either, he was frozen, unable to continue.

"No, that much is clear. Normally you would be sent away for such a reaction, yet I would hazard a guess that this is all due to the Doctor's test. Additionally this emotional response is driving you towards what will most likely be a painful death, the opposite of what would be expected in most cases where such feelings are involved." Papa continued.

"I'm quite curious to see what becomes of you 872. Surviving your last brush with death was interesting indeed, so I will grant your wish and send you to your next one. You will be acting as the subject of a new test of sorts, if you truly believe that you can improve then I would like to see it. We will inform your next assignment of the situation and find you a new partner. Should you require anything else that you believe will assist this supposed growth, you may ask and I will consider the request."

"T-thank you, Papa." The boy spoke softly, voice full of amazement. His request had been granted, and with so much more than he imagined he could have ever deserved. He had his chance.

Jin had fell into his habit of letting his mind wander during recaps, even during this one. It was dredging up feelings he'd long since thrown away, namely a creeping regret. His gaze had remained fixed on the bench to his front for the remainder of the memory, not looking away for a moment as the emotions of the 872 echoed within him. Suddenly he'd felt a firm shove against the back of his head as his friend stood abruptly, taunting him as he did.

"Wake up, dead man. Time to get going."

"What, no questions now?"

"Course not, you're already starting to get it after all." Eiji replied as he leapt over the front bench, beginning towards the door.

Get what?

Jin followed curiously as the door hissed open, flooding the room with an unusual sight; Sunlight. Following the lead of his companion, he emerged from the briefing room onto a thin walkway, the sounds of singing birds filling the air around them. Glancing over his shoulder, he found that the door they had exited through was gone, replaced by the large glass doors of the entry to a Plantation's birdcage. Picking up his pace he jogged to the white dressed parasite's side once more, allowing himself to be lead along a familiar path through the forest. After another few minutes spent walking in silence the shade gave way to sunlight once more, familiar lodgings looming out before them. As the pair approached, a smile began to creep its way across Eiji's face at the sight of ten parasites. Eight of the children stood on the the landing leading to the entrance, while two more stood facing each other at the foot of the stairs. One with shaggy black hair and dark brown eyes, suit case at his side, the other with short brown hair, buzzed on the sides and swept back on the top, and pale blue eyes. The parasite flashed a large welcoming grin as he extended his hand to the young boy opposite him.

"Hey! I'm the leader of Squad 75, Code 071, you can call me Eiji!"

The dark haired parasite took the other boys hand, smiling shyly as he did.

"I-I'm Code 872. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh knock that off, what's your name?"

"My name?" The shorter parasite questioned, tensing in embarrassment.

"Yea! It's a lot easier for us to function using nicknames instead of our Code numbers. It helps us work better as a team."

"I-I don't have one."

"That's alright. I'll think of one for you myself, don't you worry!" The boy laughed, resting his hands on the dark haired parasite's shoulders reassuringly.

Jin smiled softly as the pair watched the two boys approach the remaining parasites. As they began with introductions he chuckled softly, turning to his friend.

"Could of picked something a little better don't you think?"

"'Could've picked something a little better, Sir' To you." Eiji replied teasingly, resting his arm around Jin's shoulders.

"I should have gone with you." Jin sighed, lowering his gaze as the group on the stairs walked inside.

"Cut it out. There's nothing you could have done and you know that."

"Why would that make me feel any better about it? I didn't go, and now when I wake up again you won't be there, that's all that matters. Guess you aren't here now either."

"I suppose not. The only me here is just a part of you, but I think that's fine, don't you?"

"If that's true then why all the questions before? You should already know the answers well enough."

"Maybe-" He began, leading Jin towards the lodgings. "They were just questions some small part of you wanted someone to ask."

The pair entered into the main hall of the boarding house, greeted by the sound of voices. These ones however were different, their tones far more familiar. As they followed their source up the stairs they came to the parasites' lounge on the second floor. Near the entrance stood three children, the current members of Team One, Kana and Gen, and a third parasite facing them. The additional member was a young girl,with short brown hair, styled into a pixie cut and brilliant green eyes that sparkled when they caught the light; Asumi.

"And finally, this is the lounge, where we spend most of our time before bed. Any questions?" Kana finished addressing the new arrival to the plantation, a cheesy grin plastered across her face.

Asumi returned her smile before glancing back towards the hall, as though searching for something.

"I met with all of the others, but I still haven't gotten to introduce myself to my new partner. Is he out right now?"

"No, he's just in there." Gen replied, gesturing into the lounge.

At the back of the room sat a young stamen, hair cut short and dressed in black. He had tucked himself onto a window sill near the far wall, eyes fixated outside. He'd been seemingly oblivious to the entire conversation, merely chewing softly on the tips of his fingers, consumed in thought.

"He's normally like this." Kana chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "Not the most social person."

Just as she finished, Asumi slipped past her, approaching the distant parasite with purposeful stride. Standing a few feet away, Asumi merely watched for his reaction, when no acknowledgement was given, she raised a hand out to him, smiling softly as she spoke.

"You must be Jin. The others told me about you."

The boy lazily turned his gaze to the girl. Upon realizing the posture she held, his eyes widen mildly, clearly taken aback. Turning in his seat he lowered his feet to the floor, facing her directly as Asumi observed curiously.

"My name is Asumi, and I'll be your new partner from now on! I can't wait to start working with you!"

Blinking a few times in mild confusion, the parasites eyes flitted to the girl's hand, then back to her. After a brief hesitation he reached out and took it, reciprocating with an ever so small smile that never reached his eyes, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Nice to meet you."

As the interaction finished, Eiji prodded Jin in the ribs with his elbow, tutting his disapproval.

"You're even worse than before."

Rolling his eyes at the remark Jin made to leave, rubbing his eyes softly. The events of this place were taking their toll on him. He was exhausted, though his body felt fresh his mind felt as though he'd been awake for days, pleading desperately for rest. He began debating on whether or not he should return to his room and try to sleep, after all they were in the boarding house that he called home, it wouldn't be so wrong of him. Before he could finish the thought he felt a sharp tug on his shoulder. Turning to face what he'd expected to be his grinning and curious friend he was met with a far different expression. Eiji smiled sadly, a calm resolve in his eyes.

"Not done yet Soldier. There's still more we have to see."

If Jin had thought to question the sudden pressure to continue, it was dashed by that look. Gulping nervously he followed behind as his friend lead him to the entryway once more.

The pair walked quietly, a few paces apart. Jin followed Eiji through the woods on a path he'd walked alone hundreds of times before. The sound of blustering wind grew as the trees began to space out, revealing the steep glass wall of the edge of the birdcage. Eiji came to a halt just before the edge, resting a hand upon the glass, staring off into the distance.

"You know, I really hate seeing what you're like now. You've gotten so bitter, and pushed everyone away. Do you really feel better this way?" He shook his head, gesturing to the figure of a young man lying in the grass a few meters away, feet pressed against the clear wall before them.

Jin didn't need to look to know who it was, he didn't much want to either. Eiji's words had caught him off guard but they were one's he'd asked himself many times as well.

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Why? Because I wasn't as strong as you are? Don't you think I wished every day that I could have been? Sure I wouldn't understand because in the end I couldn't make it back! You can! Every single time you can! So why is being strong something that makes you suffer, please explain because I never got to know!" He shouted, his voice drenched with irritation.

"Because being strong just means living long enough to watch everyone else die."

Eiji was taken aback by the curt reply. Turning towards the woods, Jin offered no further reply as he awaited the next event. As if on cue, the familiar parasite dressed in a night gown stared with curious green eyes as she exited into the clearing, calling out to the figure resting on the grass.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking, I suppose."

The parasite in black replied, remaining in place and ignoring the approaching teammate.

"Looking for what?"

Taking a seat at his side she awaited his reply, though it never came. After waiting a matter of minutes she smiled and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them gently.

"It was nice meeting everyone today, they all seemed like really nice people. Kana and Gen seem like great team leaders, although it kinda seems like Gen can be tough sometimes. Hiraki and Mai seem to know a lot as well, I hope I get to learn from them to someti-"

"Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be in bed?" Jin cut her off, lifting himself into a sitting position as he frowned.

"Shouldn't you?" The pistil shot back, giggling softly. "And I'm telling you because you're my partner. We should be able to talk about anything, right?"

The stamen furrowed his brows at the unexpected reply. It was the first time in a while anyone had spoke to him in such a relaxed manner, it was... refreshing, however it also made him feel uneasy; Vulnerable. Though he couldn't imagine why. After a moment of silence he sighed softly, lying back down.

"Alright then."

The girl laughed in reply and began again, continuing on about the events of her first day.

"Your new partner seems like a wonderful person..." Eiji replied, guilt in his eyes as he approached Jin, whose own were fixed on the girl sat on the grass at their feet.

"She is... She was with me when I ended up like this. I did my best to save her and everyone else, but I want to know they're okay."

"Was she enough to make you stop looking?" Eiji asked quietly, his voice nearly a whisper.

"No one would ever be."

"So then you would still leave to keep looking."

"Of course."

"Even if it kills you?"

"Even if it kills me."

"Well then-"

Jin had turned to face Eiji as he spoke but found that he'd vanished, only his voice remained in his head.

"I suppose it's time you woke up, dead man."

The world around him was dark, his body felt heavy and every muscle in his body burned as though they were covered in dying embers, but what was most pressing was that he found he could not breath. Panic setting in as Jin writhed in a mix of anxiety and aching pain, feeling the softness of fabric faintly brushing against his skin as he did so, desperately clawing at his throat. With one final push he heaved, gasping in a tremendous breath of air as his eyes shot open. In moments he'd shot up into a sitting position, ignoring the protesting of his aching body as he did so, drawing in air as he slowed his racing heart. Rapidly glancing around he'd recognized his surroundings, the stark white walls, the large window overlooking the inner city, the orange glow of numerous monitors surrounding the room. He was in the Plantation's medical ward. Placing a hand against his chest in search of his own pulse to further calm his panicked mind.

Time to wake up, dead man.