Feeling something bump against his elbow as it rested on the table, Yazoo’s attention was drawn away from the cafeteria crowd as he looked down to see what it was, raising an eyebrow at the half-eaten food on his tray. He caught the stern look on Kadaj’s face out of the corner of his eye and relented, pulling his tray back in front of him to finish his breakfast.

He was finding it more difficult to eat, though, as Kadaj talked, the thought that Mother had had to endure what they were going through now drying up his throat and making it hard to swallow. The more his brother said, the more he started to inwardly seethe with anger. By this point, he felt as though he would give anything just so he could wrap his fingers around the Head Doctor’s throat.

Picking up his milk cartoon was all Yazoo could to do to keep himself from slamming his fists down on the table, but he had to put it back down when he realized he was crushing it with his grip. He forced himself to relax and keep eating, to keep thinking. Part of him couldn’t help but feel as though this was all just another trick being played on them by the Head Doctor’s to keep them under his control, but that thought was instantly tossed aside the moment Yazoo looked over at Kadaj and saw what he was feeling. “We’ll get our revenge, brother, for what he’s done to us and Mother,” he said to reassure them both.