Test Subject?

"He..." Cerberus wanted to justify Chimera locking them away in quarantine, though it felt more like they were in trouble than sick. It was simple that he was containing the illness, but somehow Cerberus felt the same way as Scylla. Chimera should have held them closer, not put them away. What if they died? What if what they had killed them? He didn't have much to say, "We're not going to die, Scylla." He tried to reassure her, gently wiping the goo and tears away from her face.

His eyes looked into hers as she caught his gaze, the quiver in her lip making him feel almost helpless too. "I'm sorry." He pulled her tighter into a hug. He couldn't do much for her down here. And while the days felt like weeks, he knew they just had to keep riding it out. Maybe if they had each other at least, it would feel better. He wondered if Albion was in a cell nearby too.

"Cerberus Klein"