I don't know, I... I must've ...remembered something? I think.

[Sin backs off a little, raising a hand to wipe his own eye, staring at the wetness. That was the only explanation he could think of, when his head was so fuzzy like this and there were voices whirling about in his head- yet all he knew was that he was filled with such a sudden anxiety and sadness and that he couldn't explain it. Even the obvious and disturbing evidence of experimentation around him shouldn't have been enough to cause him to cry.]

[Even as the tears continued to flow, he could only grimace in confusion.] If we're in a factory, that means we can leave, right...? [He sniffs, wiping his eyes as he tried to ignore the strange and sudden emotions- the old man would mock him for being such a crybaby like this.]

I'm gonna see if we can get outta here. --Are you okay?