6 days until Project G

I continue to flip through the pages Saint brought to me earlier. Kane read some of it with me, but, given he ended up closing his eyes, I figured he wasn't interested and spread the pages across the other end of the bed. I can't blame Kane for being disinterested; he is going through so much and probably doesn't have the strength to be doing or thinking about much things.

Also, what I read isn't anything I haven't heard of before. Apparently, there's a huge buzz about a current case argued in court. People are challenging the laws. I don't have much faith in them. There was a similar case years ago that was dismissed in the blink of an eye.

However, despite my lack of faith, I hope these ambitious souls achieve something. These souls are arguing to add restrictions on who can use the Kin Act. They don't believe second-time offenders deserve the use of it. They also don't believe in the fairness of scapegoat contracts, and are trying to get those banned.

Topaz, if my grandfather does take part in any more criminal activity, will be glad about that.
These ambitious souls also aim to get the Merit Act amended; they'd like the new law to state that parents should only be able to decide such a fate for their children if the child is seen to be in severe or fatal pain that would result in the child's death before the child reaches the age where they can, as studies support, make good decisions on their own. This age is ten years old.

Lastly, these ambitious souls ask that all activities conducted in the Trade Program be made known before a person signs the lease contract. Saint brought me all this to read about, as well as information on the Boomerang Act, just as he promised to the day we went out. Maybe the court can result in change, but I doubt it will be soon enough.

I look to Kane, wanting to discuss these things with him, but I decide against it. Kane has opened his eyes now, but I doubt he opened them just for me to bore or stress him again. I've been noticing a look of defeat on his face, and I can't help but grow angry at myself for his current state. I know it isn't exactly my fault; I never forced the cure down his throat.

However, I can't help but wonder how he would be if he never met; I can't help but wonder how Kane would have ended up if he never grew to care for me. It's a shame really; I was supposed to be the comfort in his life.

However, when I speak to Kane; he seems alright. Kane acts fine, or perhaps he truly feels it in the moments we speak. If the latter is true, I'll speak to him forever if I can; I'll be the distraction he needs. I'll be anything he needs if I can.

"I'm sorry." I freeze once I notice I am doing what Kane asked me to stop. I keep apologising for everything.

"Will, it's okay. I'm okay." Kane offers me a smile and I move closer to him, resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes as his chest rises and falls against my ear.

"What happened to you while I was away?" He chuckles.

"What do you mean?" I lift my head to look up at Kane, but he gently pushes my head back onto his chest.

"You've been all over me since I got back. I didn't think you loved me this much, Wills."

"I missed you."

"What did that cure do to you?" I only laugh as a response and Kane joins in. "Missed you, too, Wills." I hear the smile in his voice.

"You're alright?" I look up at Kane.

"I'm alright, Will."

"And you'll let me know if there's anything I can do for you?"

"Stop stressing."

"I'm serious, Kane." He, again, gently pushes my head to his chest. I then sit up and throw my legs over his so they are dangling over the edge of the bed while his remain outstretched. However, due to Kane's height, his legs are slightly over the bottom edge of the bed. "Let me help."

Kane sighs but agrees, "Okay."

"Promise?"

Kane holds his pinkie finger up, and I shift a little closer to him before doing the same. Our fingers wrap around each, and I bring my head down so it touches his. He closes his eyes as the symbol of our promise becomes hands intertwined. I smile as he opens his eyes and shakes his head.

"Willow?" He whispers

"Yes." My voice is as low as his as I chuckle, amused by how serious he now looks. He then sighs and takes a deep breath, amusing and intriguing me even more.

"What is it?" I move my face slightly away from his as I ask.

"It's nothing." He smiles sadly and this begins to worry me.

"Something's bothering you."

"Nothing's bothering me."

"Just let me help you, Kane. It's the least I can do." I look at my feet, no longer able to bring myself to look at him.

Kane sits up as he speaks to me, "You don't owe me anything, Will." His hand, no longer holding mine, now holds the side of my face furthest to him, trying to turn it so I face him.

"You...everything was for me," I say, "so let me help you."

"I'd do it again."

I now face him, needing to see the hurt I caused as I beg for his forgiveness. "Kane—"

"You know I love you." His voice is soft, and I melt at the sound of it.

Just as I open my mouth, Saga storms through the door, holding some controllers in her hand and wrinkling her nose in disgust as she takes in the sight of Kane and me. Kane then drops his head back onto the pillow.

Sogi skips into the room immediately after, but instead of appearing disgusted; he looks to Saga and shoves a flower in her face. "Saga, I love you."

Saga doesn't accept his flower or declaration of love. Instead, she rolls his eyes and shoves him out the door. She then turns her attention back to Kane and me.

"You can't do that here," Saga says as she hands Kane a controller.

He agreed to play some video game with her right after dinner, and he asked that I come with him. We both showed up at Saga's room, but the little girl was sleeping. Ms Mane allowed us to stay on the extra bed and wait to see if Saga would wake up, and when Saga finally did wake up; she wasn't too impressed that none of us woke her up sooner.

Saga then rushed out of the room, screaming out to us that she needed to get controllers. Ms Mane left sometime after Saga, stating she had the night shift.

"We can't do what, young one?" Kane asks Saga, his face looking as serious as ever as he stands up, pushing me off of him in order to do so. He then scans over the controller handed to him; there are buttons all over, some shining red and other's blue.

"You only get to cuddle in your room." Saga crosses her arms, and turns away from us, facing the screen of the television that has just lit up. "You could do better."

"There are worse options than Willow."

I smack Kane on the arm before standing up from the bed.

"I was talking to Willow."

This causes all of us to laugh, and a mischievous look grows on Saga's face. She's grew fond of Kane in just a matter of hours. We all spent dinner together, and he was more lively then.

My hand rests on the door, but I turn around once I feel Kane behind me. I place a hand on his chest and gently shove him back. He has a habit of getting close to people when he speaks to them.

He laughs as he uses both his hands to keep my hand on his chest. "Where are you going?"

"I'm still hungry. The kitchen has some snacks."

"Get me lots of sweets," Saga calls out, her eyes still focused on the screen.

"Of course," I reply. "I'll get you something." I pull my hand back to my body and smile at Kane before turning away. He is a good distraction. I think we're good distractions for each other.

5 days until Project G

As Saga takes much of Kane's time playing video games, I spend most of my day talking to Ms Mane. It's her day off, so she's been spending her time with all of us. She's also been telling me such surprising things the entire day. Most of our chatter has been about the latest rumours involving some of the doctors here; apparently quite a number of them are having an affair.

However, the affairs of the doctors aren't what catch my attention. Ms Mane also talks about Saint. Clearly, I must be living under a rock, because I should know more about Saint than I already do. Ms Mane, too, agrees that I've been living under a rock.

"Everyone knows Saint is related to the Fosters, but no one is really sure about the relation. He may be a cousin or nephew or even a son to our current president!" Ms Mane's eyes shine with amazement, wondering how I was not aware of this.

"That's where his nickname comes from; Frosty. Aris hates the Fosters, and who can blame him seeing as they're turning our country into ruins. That damn government—"

Ms Mane clasps her hand over her mouth and looks to her daughter, hoping she never heard her say such an aggressive word. Ms Mane thinks many words are aggressive.

"Aris hates the Foster government and, besides for Saint, he hates all the members of that family. He said they're a cold bunch, so he used to tease Saint by calling him Frosty. It used to be 'Frosty Fosty'; 'Fosty' referring to the Fosters. The internet shows you the whole family, but Saint does look different from the images shown there; he's grown."

I shake my head as Ms Mane continues to tell me the secrets of so many others. I'm not necessarily interested in the secrets of strangers, but it keeps me busy and, seemingly, keeps Ms Mane happy.

As she talks, my thoughts drift to Saint; I don't think I will tell him that I know who he really is. It doesn't matter anyway. This just explains why his parents are so horrible, and why they felt the need to sacrifice their son to set an example.

I begin to think about how much pain the Foster government have caused, and I wonder if they are even aware of it. I've come to understand that sometimes people need a reminder of pain, especially the sort of pain they blindly inflict on others.

I now believe that, with a remainder of such a pain, people would think twice before they act in a reckless manner. I believe that people should literally be put in the shoes of those they harm, and I believe that is what the Fosters need. Perhaps that will lead them down the right path in the future. Either way, I don't believe they can go down a more wrong path than they're already in, but I hardly know what the future can bring.

4 days until Project G

I talked to Aris for some time today. As always, he joked about selling me. Honestly, if he keeps saying it enough, I may just believe him, and I have enough problems to worry about.

However, Aris and I's conversation was more than the usual joking; we talked a bit about Project G and about Saint. I told him I now know why he feels that he owes Saint. I also asked, knowing how much Aris feels he owes Saint, why manpower wasn't provided for me without the condition of helping them obtain the rest of the Gifted in the compound.

Aris said that Saint would never ask for anything that he was certain would risk lives, and if Saint would not ask it as a favour, Aris would not help out of the kindness of his heart.

Aris also told me that Mathea is doing well, but I haven't been able to speak to her myself. He says that he was able to talk to Eve, and she, too, agrees with moving up the operation if we hope to get Mathea back and have her returned as a Gifted individual.

3 days until Project G

I'm not sure how Saint did it, but he got Aris to agree to let me out of the compound unsupervised. Apparently, Aris didn't put up much of a protest. Perhaps he trusts me. That or he knows I need them to get my sister back, and so I won't do anything risky that can result in any problems for the black market. I also don't want to get caught by any program officials.

I've decided I don't want to be some lab-rat.
I believe Saint wants me to take a breather from everything, and this is probably why he convinced Aris to let me step out of that compound for some hours.

I don't believe Saint knows what he is saying, but he believes stress may be causing this pain in my head to start up. It still doesn't hurt much, and it doesn't make me want to hurt anyone, but Saint is still worried. He also told me that, given how the pain returned so quickly, I may have less than a year.

Now, disguised, I walk along the ruins of the museum. Aris wasn't lying, it was destroyed. I'm just happy Saint and I got out of there fast enough; I have so much work left to do. Kane wanted to join me, but I told him I'd like to be alone

2 days until Project G

I spoke to Mathea today. She sounded okay, but I see she is more panicked ever since they cured Saint. I wanted to tell her that everything will be alright, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. I've also been worried. I've been worried about the Purus curing her and I have been worried that her memory will falter.

However, Kane assured me that she remembers recent images clearly, and he believes it's only the older ones that she seems to be having trouble with. He said that he tested her as discretely as he could; bringing up old memories they both share and recent conversations they've had, but not so much as to cause any suspicion from her.

I thanked Kane for his reassurance, but seeing as he is not a Snap, I'm not sure I can entirely trust his memories either; perhaps he is confused and it is the recent images that she's struggling to remember. I can't trust much of anything anymore.

I believe I am stressed as the time for Mathea's rescue draws nearer. Everything is happening so quickly and everything seems chaotic. Even now, as I sit beside Saint, we watch the news showing the destruction of more buildings in Geode. That terrorist group strikes again.

A lady appears on the television; the lady who bombed the museum Saint and I visited. She speaks only of revenge being a form of justice, and she says that she doesn't care about anything now. She explains that everyone in her group is only out for justice.

There have also been numerous murders occurring over the past few days. However, I still convince Aris to let me out today.

1 day until Project G

We get Mathea back tomorrow. We get Mathea and the rest of the Gifted Aris needs to sell. I spoke to Mathea earlier today, she wondered why she had to memorise so many codes; codes that seemed unnecessary to her such as the codes for every room that had a Gifted child locked in it. Of course, I never told her that Aris will send some people to check them, in case some of the Gifted don't go along with the evacuation; the evacuation that will be caused when Eve tampers with her co-workers experiment. I told Mathea we're being cautious, and quickly brushed her off before she could ask anything else.

Now, I sulk in my room as I think about Project G. Aris won't let me close to Compound X, fearing that I could easily get taken or injured in the line of fire. I'll be helping guard Mathea's getaway car.