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She hated lying. She could use only lying by ommission, but it still made her uncomfortable.

"Tricked, in a way. Like most people, I've heard. I thought I was getting a career opportunity, but it turns out- well." She shrugged. "The whole works."

"I've often wondered the same thing myself. Maybe it's not just the ends they're after." There was not so much animosity in her voice- or even sadness- as there was a sort of calm that resonated through her words. She had been on the island a long time- and although she'd never been given the chance to fully accept her lot, having driven herself into her depression and self-destructive behaviors... she'd still been given more time with the idea of ...forever, than any of the islanders.

"Just... that if they were after just science, they would have been able to find people to devote their lives to this study, to consent to the transformations. I can't imagine that all of our reactions, all of our hurt- is for science. It has to be for something more. ...Less."

"...Of the islanders..." she chose her words precisely, "I've met Thom and Sid... and you." She gave the dog a long brush. "And Reuben."

"They're... strange. They seemed nice. But I couldn't understand what Sid said, and Thom had an... episode, of sorts." The tone of her voice said she didn't quite want to recount the events. Instead, she looked down at her hands where she'd sat them in place of her cheek, and examined the nails where the pearl grey polish was chipping away. Bia made the mental note that she'd have to call te labs to ask for some more- and a warm wash of something that was almost pleasure came over her. When she'd been a tech, she had to wait until the personal requisition forms were opened up to the staff on a once-monthly or every other month basis- and then, only certain requests were granted. Now that she was one of the precious 'subjects'- she could ask for as much as she wanted. It was a sign of the manner of strange cruelty that this island possessed... that a bottle of fingernail polish symbolized something grand to the woman. Something... free.

"Have you ever asked the labs for anything? Called the requisition offce, I mean?" She asked, her tone signifying she'd moved into a greener subject.

"I don't think they tell the islanders about it outright- but you can call directly to it with your intercom." She nodded. "I've had quite a few things sent to my duplex. Making it more comfortable. There's almost no limit to what you can have." She smiled.

"I figure- I can be a big enough person to give them the chance to even try to make it up to me." It was said with a smile, still- but smaller. A part of her sensed that she might be judged for her acceptance of the lab's 'aid'.

"Mm." She agreed, nodding. She thought of her room- those glorious windows... and how sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night in fear- only to see a spray of moonlight distorted on the rumples of her covers... and be able to return to sleep in ease. She was not alone in the dark depths of the mountains. No longer.

"Are you tolerating it?"