Zach: You don’t need to tell me, mom. I know he thinks of us as tools – I know I’m thought of as a hunk of meat which you can prod needles and probes into. And I’m fine with that – how are you supposed to advance scientifically if you’re partial towards your experiments? You can’t. *folds his arms* I also know you don’t like it. I get all of that – you’re not tellng me anything new… *pushes at her snout, wanting to get away*
Hojo: *emits a soft chuckle at the scene before him, amused* Oh, what an interesting predicament. Did you summon me to save you, boy? *glares slightly*