Allelujah's face blanked at the question and he shook his head. "I'm not talking about that," he replied in a flat tone, obviously displeased with the question. He wasn't about to tell anyone about that, certainly not a stranger who worked for this place. It was too terrible to talk about, all of his comrades, all of them who'd escaped and they'd... It made him feel sick, even if killing them had been the only thing that had allowed them to survive.

"I was eight or nine though. I don't remember exactly how old." He couldn't remember what his original name had been and most of the rest Celestial Being had found out for him later. But Hallelujah had been there for more than half of his life, he couldn't imagine living without him.