"He does help me. I met him here, when I first showed up. I probably would have died without him. He— keeps it stabilised. Keeps me stabilised— I need him."

He swallows against a sudden catch in his throat. The fear of what he'll do if Vasiliy doesn't return has been mingled up in the upset of potentially losing his dearest friend, but it's becoming more and more of a threat. He... needs him. He can't do this without him. No one else here knows what's inside of him; he doesn't have anyone else to trust.

"....Something like that." He pauses, running a hand over his mouth, uncharacteristically restless. "....They were trying to turn me into a weapon. Before. I wonder if that's what they're doing to people here, too."