The Prince's voice reached the laboratory through its installed blood channel before the gallery even opened above the child's frame. Hajin kept both palms lowered while she shielded her horns, and Didi turned toward catches that recognized her brother's authorization.
The copied claim stayed untouched on Ferra's empty frame while the machinery carried that familiar voice above their maintenance threshold.
'Of course the bastard installed a speaking tube in his torture room, why wouldn't he?'
He rose only after Vella settled her twelve-count beside the child, who curled away from the sound above.
"You spent yesterday frightening my patient," the Prince called, stepping behind the gallery glass while two guards followed his moving hands.
"Leave before your incompetent diagnostics destroy the only viable subject these chambers have ever produced."
