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“Master's failed specimen in the dragon's belly— This is where the story truly begins.”
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Subject Two/Primordial Albedo
Bisexual, Multiship
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SPOILERS
TW: Blood, Gore, Body Horror, Broken Bones, Death, Human Experiments, War, Horror
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Subject Two stiffened. He was quick to put on an act, a front, turning around to face her.
“Ah…it’s you.”
He didn’t know her, but she knew Albedo. He had to play it off.
“Indeed. I apologize for the mess. My latest experiment ended up being quite explosive and -
“I see.”
His expression didn’t change. It was hard to tell if he was moved by her words or not. He remained cold, indifferent and stoic.
“Why the Fatui?”
He questioned, going back to tending to the fire. He needed it to stay lit, as it was the only light source in this -
place and the only warmth around. Above ground, it was becoming late. The sun was setting and a snow storm was setting in. Just lovely.
“Why not anywhere else? Why become a criminal? I do not understand.”
He didn’t sound like he was judging. If anything, he sounded… -
“I am Albedo.”
He replied, before he sighed and kept stirring the meat. When it smelled like it was burning, he pulled it off the flames.
“But they call me Subject Two. Just call me Albedo.”
That was all she was going to get, a title that he was called before everything-
happened. He closed his eyes, before pushing the two cans over to her.
“Here you are.”
Yeah, it was definitely bad. And it smelled burned. It was probably not safe to eat.
“How long have you been with the Fatui? And why did you join them?”
They glanced over at her, -
“They were here when I arrived.”
So a very, very long time. That explained the coat of dust over them. It was probably long expired.
“I can’t let my hostage starve to death, can I?”
The smell of meat cooking filled the room. He placed the can directly on the fire, -
