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"I don't have any walls." Red blinked.

"Then start listening," Quarrel chuckled. "Tune out everyone out and reach out to me... do you feel that?"

He held out his hand, touching Red's gently.

"Not just physically," He informed. "But you can 'feel' me beside you, right? Like I'm a part of you."

Red was quiet a moment before he shook his head.

"I can't quiet anything down, I'm still all pumped up from outrunning that thing and the drugs are still in my system and..." Red sighed.

"Its okay," Quarrel whispered. "Let me see if I can."

He reached out and hesitated for a moment until Red nodded, before he placed his fingertips on the other's temple.

Closing his eyes, Quarrel focused on the link between them and pushed himself away from his body. He could hear all of the noise in Red's and realized that the boy had never been taught how to ignore them... he hadn't been taught any defenses.

If they made it out of here, he'd have to teach him.

He took down his own strong walls and used them to build up some in Red's mind, effectively muting most of the noise in his mind. It was still there, but dully.

"Better?" Quarrel asked, releasing Red.

"It's never been so...quiet." Red said- seeming in awe.

"Come on," Quarrel said, taking his hand and heading down the hall - his tail up defensively.

He didn't want to tell Red that with all the noise in his head gone, Quarrel's own head was filled with it.

"...I can feel something." Red frowned. "Feels like...you."

"I told you that we're connected," Quarrel informed, looking back at him. "That's what I'm always feeling when I'm around you. I guess it was being drowned out by all the noise you were hearing..."

"No, I mean something else...something that feels like you...close by." Red said excitedly.

"Which direction?" Quarrel asked, smiling a little bit.

"You're going the right way." Red said anxiously. "How do you know this?"

"I remember where it was from when I could feel it," Quarrel explained, ducking down as he heard a group of guards pass by - they headed the opposite direction, not coming anywhere near the two boys. "Come on."

He slipped up to a room and manually pushed the door open, peering inside.

The power was back on in this area - another room with tubes, different from the one he'd been in before.

"What the hell is this place?" Red breathed- looking around.

"Look," Quarrel breathed - pointing toward one of the tubes, where the form of a young child was curled up. "It's so quick... and he's not an infant..."

"It's a little boy!" Red breathed. "Get him out...magic this thing open!"

"I can't tell if the process is done or not," Quarrel informed, frowning. "What if he's not done being created? What if his organs aren't strong enough!?"