"No," Miku agreed quietly, wondering what her mother would think of this whole thing, "they can't. She kept her chin on her knees and closed her eyes. That odd tired feeling was returning, and she shook her head.

"But somehow, I don't think they plan on keeping us here for an eternity. Some of us don't live that long." Just from the way the Institute churned out people and monsters testified that. "At least I can give up what little I know to those that ask." The sentence was murmured softly and the photographer played with the ends of her fingers.