Sprint glanced over at her.
"Y-you okay?" He asked hesitantly. He scooted back nervously, somehow afraid that she might hurt him for talking.
"Yeah...jus' thin'in'." Cage mumbled, she was thinking, about what was past the forest, outside the lab and Wilds. Maybe she had a family somewhere, though probably not, maybe there was something else though. She wans't sure what to think about what would be passed the Wilds.
"W'a' ya thin' pas' 'e fores'?" she askedS print, not looking at him.
"I-I don't know." Sprint said, wrapping his arms around himself and nervously poking at a hole in his uniform. "N-never been able t-to go beyond." He said, absently running a finger over the scar that laid just under the fabric of his clothing.
"Well, I dunno I jus' wa' won'erin'." Cage thought. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them resting her chin on her kness adn playing with her bracelet. Cage kept thinking maybe though, maybe there were just more labs and mor epain beyond the Wilds. She didn't want mroe pain, her whole life had hurt, she wanted to have someone who was nice or something nice happen to ehr in her life.
"I-It's not so b-b-bad here. Y-you get used to it a-after a while." He wrapped his arms tighter around himself. "Th-there are no doctors around, a-and no e-e-experiments." He said helpfully. "I-It's just kinda lonely."
'Opefu''y." she agreed, she didn't want anymore doctors and expeirements. Maybe she shouldn't trya dn pass the Wilds, what if there were more doctors? Labs? Or Expierements.?
Sprint folded his hands in his lap, silently examining a tiny rip on his sleeve. He glanced over at Cage. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know what to say. Conversation was not something you learned in the labs or here in the Wilds. So he said nothing.
"Bu' w'a' do ya thin' pas' 'd Wil's?" she repeated, looking at Sprint, she wanted an answer to her question, Cage was very curious about what was past the Wilds, even though it did scare her a bit, She wasnt sure if it'd be danerous or fun.
"I-I dunno. I-I've never g-gone past the W-Wilds." Sprint said with a nervous little shrug. "N-never dared."
"I dunno if I bra'e e'ough to explore pas 'e Wil's." Cage muttered, "W'a'...w'a' is i''s n'e 'ough, w'a' if 'ere's a pa'ce 'at'll li'e us 'ough?" she asked looking at Sprint, "I dunno if i''s wor'h goin' 'cross 'e Wil's..i'a bi' ris'." she muttered,like she was talking herself out of something.
"I-I don't know wh-what th-there is past the W-wilds." Sprint said with a little shudder. "I-I've always s-s-stayed here. I-I...I get scared." He said in a quiet whisper.
Sprint sat silently, hugging himself. He could almost feel the old scars on his back as if they had just been made.
The labs had made him a scared person, a fearful little rock runner. He pulled his knees up to his chest once more with a shiver, even though he wasn't cold.
"I-I'm not s-scared of you." Sprint looked up at her. He tried to manage a tiny smile, a single corner of his mouth flickering up. "Y-you're n-nice."
"B-but I'm not." Sprint said. "Y-you're nice to me. Y-you don't t-t-try to hurt me." The other corner of his mouth flickered up for a few seconds.
"Y-yeah." Sprint nervously rubbed his hands together. "N-no one h-has ever been n-n-nice to me b-before."
"P-people have o-o-only tried t-to hurt me." Sprint shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as memories from the lab days flashed across his eyes. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself.
"I-I don't e-even know. I-I just know...i-i-it hurt." Sprint could practically feel his scars burning. It was a phantom pain, not really there but at the same time completely real. He shuddered again.
Sprint looked up at Cage and immediately yelped, jumping to his feet.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered. "I-I didn't m-m-mean to!" He said, wringing his hands with worry.
Hesitantly, Sprint put a hand on her shoulder.
"A-are you sure? I-I don't w-want to hurt y-you." He said softly.
"O-okay." Sprint slowly an gingerly lowered himself back to the floor, pulling his knees all the way up to his chest. He stared down at the dirt coating his hands, going silent.