The Man in the Case: A person who wraps themself in layer upon layer of identity to survive. Each layer is protection, and each layer is a prison. In the end, even they can no longer find the innermost layer.
My name is Ceres. I refuse to plead guilty.
For seventeen years, I've done a great many things. Performed surgery, designed experiments, signed and filed records. Some people died on the operating table. Some survived but forgot everything. Some took the blame for me, then died in the detention room in my place. I did all of it. I admit it. I admit everything.
But pleading guilty is another matter. It means admitting that I did something wrong. And I don't believe I did anything wrong. I was just trying to survive.
Is surviving wrong?
The people from Rhodes Island are sitting across from me, saying they want to hear the truth. But they aren't exactly good people either. They take in the children I created, give them new identities, teach them to fight, and then send them to the battlefield. Is that rescue? Or just another way of using them?
