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Sabin raised a hand to the finally diminishing shiner with a pained expression. "Well... yeah, I suppose you could say that." He murmured quietly before shaking his head in incredulity.

"But... How can you not be excited? I mean, even if it is... different, it should still be servicable! We've helped you regrow an entire limb. And not just a thumbless animal limb.. Certainly it may be... scaled, and thicker... but it's got a thumb..." His eyes lingered on the red monstrous arm that grew disproportionately from his body, the tiny wings with a giddgy glow to his eyes, and the long lashing tail.

"Zachary... I know that you are unhappy. I am not a complete imbecile, I assure you. But given the options here on the island... I mean... what could be better than to not only gain something in the transformation back that you had lost, but become such a magnificient creature?" There was a hint of sadness and disappointment in his eyes.

"Well, like it or not, you, and I are both stuck here. If Moreau is particularly vengeful and makes sweeping assumptions, I may even end up in the very same situation. And 'humanity'" Sabin made a snorting noise with a wave of his hand. "The definition thereof is very lax. Do you mean your appearance? Humans range widely. Hell, on this island no one will discriminate against you without being a hypocrite themselves. I still view it as an opportunity." He shrugged with a small frown.

"And what I did to Cassidy? I helped Cassidy. It was Moreau who slated her for the serpent serum. I overheard her speaking with someone, saying she wished she could have been a bird, if she could have picked. It was too late to start her over when they've already begun on their serums. That... that doesn't work." He made an expression. "You wouldn't want to see the rats."

"But! But, I tried to help. Honestly. And admittedly I think it worked out pretty well. Quetzalcoatl is a fascinating deitical figure, and one that lent itself well to her condition."

"Purpose?" Sabin asked skeptically. "If you wish to devote your life to hating your existence and predicament then that is not much of a life." Sabin had given up on his trip to the cafeteria and settled onto the nearby bench, resting his hands on his knees. "You claim ancestry to the legendary King Arthur himself, but if that is the case then apparently little of him has shown through to his descendent." Sabin chided, the disappointment still clinging to his voice. "As far as myself... well..." Sabin's eyes flicked to his long, pointed nails with a cryptic smile. "I shall say no more on the subject. Suffice to say that Moreau is rather possessive of when his serums may be used and for what purposes. But were I given a choice... perhaps I would were I allowed to choose the serum."

"And from what I have seen, your violence tends to peak only after the change. Perhaps... perhaps the serum is not as flawless as the tests would have suggested. And yes, of course we test them on animals. We do not use serums that have such negative side-effects that we have discovered, or refine the process until we deem them safe. Would you rather we use humans as the first level of test subjects? I think not."

He crossed his arms at the snide comment about being a samaritan. "Well, despite my less than steller reputation among the staff and subjects, I consider my 'choices' of serums to be generous at worst compared to many of the other staff members. I find no enjoyment at seeing someone become something abyssmal or their form to be a punishment. These transformations are fascinating, and all the better if they become something truly .... sublime... magic through the devices of science. Ironic, yes, but I will take what I can get."

"What does it matter the source of the DNA?" Sabin asked honestly. "Would it have been better had I not told you the list? Would you be the wiser as to the influences of your appearance? Or if perhaps I told you that I had requisitioned a sample of a genuine dragon?" He shook his head, confused. "At least in your case while there was influence from several animals it is being directed towards a coherent goal."

"And I know because it is my business to know. We moniter the safety and the progress of all of the subjects." He shook his head, wondering about the concern with a chew on his lip.

Sabin looked over him, his disappointment coloring to resentment. "Look here." He said, rising to his feet again, though the imposing stance was lessened with the .... special clothing. "Look. You are here. Like it or not. And in MY opinion, blending of animals or not, you are fortunate compared to many. I am certain that many of the inhabitants would rather switch with you. There are people who have been slated to become fish, plants, rodents. And here you are, whining about your lot in becoming a dragon." Sabin gesticulated bitterly.

Sabin's hands found their way to his tightly-clad hips as the frown burrowed its way deeper into his face. "Yes, well, above all you have the mind of a man to supposedly control urges that might pass your fancy. We can see what we can do about post-transformational .... issues.... but beyond that urges to flee, urges to attack... many of the other islanders - even predators - seem to be able to tame those or at least find a happy compromise so that they are not a danger to their peers. Those who have issues... well... seem to be amplified by the process. But we are doing our damndest to try to amend the... snags..."

Sabin trailed off as well, the confusion written across his features mirrored Zachary's at the encroaching sound of not one, but several jeeps. "What in the world...?"

Sabin visably paled as the troupe of jeeps arrived and confronted the pair of them. This was exactly what he didn't want to happen. His face fell immediately along with Zachary, and if you didn't think you knew the 'crazy whitehaired doctor' better, you might think you see a twinge of honest sadness as the guards begin to tie up Zachary.

"Now now... wait just a moment. Is that really necessary? He's unconscious for God's sake-"

HE was cut off as the guard roughly grabbed HIS arms to cuff him. "And... wait-what? What did I do?! Why am I being treated like this? Markerson - I am your superiour!"

Sabin glanced around edgily as he could virtually feel the eyes on him from many of the duplexes.

Alec had been wandering about his duplexes all day, for the most part finding nice spots to sit and listen to music in solitairy content. Though his eyes were closed, a noisy disturbance caught his attention. Grey eyes opened to see the source of the loud buzz that now was successfully drowning out the CD player he was hooked up to, immediately catching him off guard.

"Wha?" He murmured as he slowly got to his feet, watching the line of jeeps quickly descend on a spot just a few meters from where he stood. Not one to miss out on a spectacle, the punk teen quickly dashed over though froze automatically at the sight of the many armed guards. He stood dumbly, watching a red, scaley subject being loaded into a jeep and another oddly dressed man still being apprehended. He slowly opened his mouth naively to ask what exactly was going on but didn't want to attract attention.