It took Gen longer than it should've for him to recognize Eight. No matter how distinctive she looked; no matter how much they bantered and chatted in the past. The mental torture he'd been put through had taken a toll. It took him more than a minute.

"Yes," Gen could speak at least, though his voice sounded hoarse, breathless. He faintly remembered crying out, screaming, futilely. But then there's a slight flicker of recognition. "Eight ..."

The Voidtreckers abandoned him, in the scenario they tortured him in. His brow furrowed, and he backed a little more into the door within his huddled position. "Why ... why come back for me?"