[Silver will take his notebook back, inwardly relieved that Blue obeyed his request to not look at anything else. He quietly reads her list, a small furrow in his brow; it's not what he expected.]
There are worse things than death. [He closes the notebook and returns it to his pockets.] Anyway, you're wrong. This facility is controlled by a bizarre program; we've been brought here for it to research.
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There are worse things than death. [He closes the notebook and returns it to his pockets.] Anyway, you're wrong. This facility is controlled by a bizarre program; we've been brought here for it to research.