[Ben, normally attentive and quick to pick up on mood changes, isn't looking anyway; he's distracted and agitated, but he keeps telling himself she's gone, she can't be hurt anymore, it's okay.

Someone, somewhere, found out somehow anyway, it won't matter forever. It'll only matter that no one knows.]

Her designation was X5-766. We called her Eva. One of the others in the unit was showing the seizure flaw. They came to take her, and Eva wouldn't let them. She took one of their guns and defied them.

[He pauses again, eyes unfocused, breath slightly harsh; the familiar fear is trying to take hold of him because he remembers that night, remembers he should have done something, any of them should have done something, but then they all would have died.]

It didn't matter. They shot her down and then came for the rest of us. And that's... That's when we ran.