[His expression tenses with an uncertainty for how to respond. Mistrust is chief among them, but so is desperation. Did a world outside of hell even exist? It felt impossible to fathom.

...He seemed angry, but Miguel didn't look at him with hate in his eyes. He wasn't forcing himself on him. Maybe it was possible - he could be safe now. The clone's heart still beat with the longing of a child, to be protected and warm. It was new to the world.

Faltering, scared to hope, he ventures,]

You're here to... save me?