Sechs' shoulders slumped slightly, visibly displeased by what he had just heard. So Aigis had been used as a brainwashed guard too... No matter how many times he heard about fellow prisoners being victimized by the institute, Sechs' anger refused to be desensitized to such tyranny. It always felt worse when it happened to those he considered as friends. It made him want to punch something -- anything! But all he could do was angrily snort and shake his head. He could only hope that she didn't experience the role of guinea pig for one of the sick scientists who worked for Landel... His anger would be too much to handle then if that were the case!

"Damn... So all three of us went through the same thing," Sechs replied with a frustrated sigh. "Well, we're sure to get along just fine then." Hell, they might as well start their own little club: Special Counseling Victims Anonymous.

Having said that, Sechs turned to scan the area for their new team member. So far he hadn't spotted the white-haired man. As much as Sechs wanted him to arrive unscathed, all the excitement and dread in his system was rapidly draining his patience. Sechs began shifting on the spot, clearly uncomfortable and impatient. The sooner they got going on this, the better...