Tian's eyes narrowed. "If there's no hope left ... then why are you still alive?"
His words hit Finn's heart like a dagger, so that he didn't dare to open his mouth anymore.
Medeia glanced at him quietly, remembering the place where Finn used to live.
A so-called utopia, where children were fed well, dressed in clean clothes, and given a safe place to sleep.
But Medeia knew the truth. It wasn't a paradise. It was a prison.
Or maybe worse.
It was like a research lab disguised as a home, where children were raised like lab animals for the sake of experiments.
Sure, their lives seemed better than kids who struggled outside the military bases, but they paid for it with their bodies.
Every part of their bodies belonged to the laboratory, and the moment they took their first bite of food in that so-called heaven, their chances of living like normal humans dropped to less than ten percent.
