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[Let's just say lab life is not ideal for many things. It certainly never existed to help the children there grow up into well-adjusted adults. (Just look at Henry.) It certainly never acted as a true home; just an establishment in which they might grow to all be weapons used for the government, a place to eat and sleep and move through the days one by one by one, but never really living.

At least the younger ones knew nothing more. Henry was never truly happy before the lab, either, but knowing of the world beyond only hammered home the idea that he was trapped, so much more trapped than any of the others truly realized.

All that to say... No, no one should be surprised that anyone unearthed from that underground marathon of experimentation and awful socialization skills would default to violence when struck by anger, or fear, or uncertainty.

But is that really an excuse for what Henry did? Or what he hasn't yet done? A quandry, indeed.]

So, then...

[Clearly, he's still turning all of this over in his head. His time spent in that other place was going to be a long one, if what this young man is saying is true. If if applies to him.]

From what it sounds like, according to you, I'm still trapped. Is that right?