Noel looked straight into Agnus's eyes, his own blue gaze unwavering and intense.

"My name is Noel," he began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of their shared suffering.

As he stood there, Noel couldn't help but see flashes of his own past, his time as a test subject, the endless pain and experiments.

In Agnus, he saw a reflection of his own torment, a mirror of the agony and resilience that had defined their lives.

"I'm also a product created from Project Epoch, just like you," he said, each word tinged with bitterness and determination.

The memory of cold laboratories, sterile needles, and the constant hum of machinery filled his mind.

He remembered the fear, the helplessness, the anger that had consumed him.

Agnus's eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition and understanding passing through them.

"So that project and those experiments are still going on," he mused, his voice deep and resonant, filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

The weight of his own experiences pressed down on him, the scars of his transformation aching with the memory of what he had lost.

Noel nodded. "Yes. In fact, it has increased at a bigger pace. They shifted their focus to children, desperate to replicate their 'success' with you."

His voice trembled slightly, the thought of innocent lives being subjected to such horrors igniting a fierce protectiveness within him.

Agnus's expression darkened, a storm of emotions brewing within him.

His fists clenched at his sides, the chains rattling with the force of his suppressed rage.

He looked at Noel, and for a moment, he was reminded of his daughter, the family he had lost.

"Hmm... anyways, what are you doing here?" Agnus asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and wariness.

There was a glimmer of something in his eyes—perhaps hope, or maybe just a desperate need for purpose.

Noel took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"I'm here to end this," he declared, his voice firm with resolve.

The enormity of his mission weighed heavily on him, but it also fueled his determination.

Agnus raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.

"And how do you plan to do that?" His question was more than just curiosity; it was a test, a measure of Noel's conviction and capability.

Noel's lips curled into a determined smile.

"For that, I need your help," he said, each word a challenge and a plea.

He knew that alone, he could only do so much.

But with Agnus's strength, his rage channeled towards a just cause, they might stand a chance.

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Agnus studied Noel for a long moment, his eyes piercing and contemplative.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken understanding and shared pain.

"You came into this prison just to ask for my help?" Agnus asked, his voice a rumble that echoed off the reinforced walls.

There was disbelief there, but also a spark of something more—perhaps respect, or a faint glimmer of hope.

"Yes. You're the only one who can help me achieve my goal," Noel replied, his gaze unwavering.

"And what is your goal?" Agnus asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied Noel.

"To destroy everything. From the society that took everything from me to the Nexus officers who turned me into this," Noel said, his voice filled with a chilling resolve.

"They need to pay for what they've done."

Agnus tilted his head, considering Noel's words.

"Hmm... you wish to destroy everything and came into this prison just to ask for my help. You're truly not normal," he mused, a hint of admiration in his tone.

Noel's lips curled into a bitter smile.

"Wouldn't it be more abnormal to be normal after everything that's happened to me?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of his past.

The countless nights of pain and fear, the relentless experiments, the loss of everything he held dear—it had reshaped him into someone who could no longer fit into the world as it was.

Agnus let out a deep, resonant chuckle. "True. After all we've endured, who could remain sane?"

His laughter faded, replaced by a grim determination.

The camaraderie of shared suffering was palpable between them, an unspoken bond forged in the fires of their torment.

"So, what do you say? Will you help me?" Noel asked, his voice filled with determination.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a testament to the urgency of his mission.

"I refuse," Agnus said solemnly.

Noel was taken aback.

"Why?" he asked, his surprise evident.

The refusal cut through his resolve, a harsh reminder that even shared suffering did not guarantee allegiance.

Agnus looked at him with weary eyes, eyes that had seen too much pain and loss.

"Do you know why I surrendered?" he asked.

"No. Why did you do it?" Noel asked, genuinely curious.

He had heard stories, but the truth had always eluded him.

"Because I was getting tired," Agnus replied, his tone heavy with the weight of his past.

"No matter how much I killed, destroyed—nothing changed. Only my loneliness and guilt increased. So I stopped and surrendered."

His voice cracked with the burden of his memories, each word a testament to the endless cycle of violence and despair he had endured.

Noel shook his head, disagreeing.

"Well, that was because your target was wrong to begin with," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

He took a step closer, his eyes filled with empathy.

Agnus frowned, confusion flickering across his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Instead of targeting random people, you should've targeted the pillars of this society—businessmen, police officers, and other influential figures," Noel continued, his voice urgent.

"And you were alone back then. But don't worry, this time I'll help you. So what do you say?"

Agnus remained impassive.

"I still refuse. Go back," he said firmly, a finality in his tone that brooked no argument.

Noel's eyes narrowed, a dark determination settling in.

"Then what if I tell you the truth behind your family's death?" he asked, his voice taking on a sinister edge.

Agnus's eyes flickered with confusion and a hint of dread.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice tight with suspicion.

"Those officers told you that your family died in an accident, right?" Noel pressed, his gaze boring into Agnus.

"Yes, so?" Agnus replied, his voice tinged with suspicion and a growing sense of unease.

"That was a lie," Noel said, his words cutting through the silence like a knife, sharp and merciless.

Agnus's expression changed from confusion to shock.

"Then what's the truth?" he demanded, his voice rising, a mixture of fear and anger boiling within him.

A small blue portal appeared in the air, swirling with an otherworldly light.

Noel put his hand into the portal and withdrew a document, its edges singed as if bearing witness to the horrific secrets it held.

He moved the document in front of Agnus's eyes, the dim light casting eerie shadows on its worn surface.

Agnus's eyes widened as he took the document, his hands trembling slightly.

"What is this?" he asked, a mixture of curiosity and dread in his voice.

"When I was searching about Project Epoch in that lab, I came across it," Noel said, his tone heavy with the weight of the revelation.

Agnus took the document, his hands trembling slightly.

As he read, his eyes widened in shock and horror.

"Your daughter," Noel began, his voice steady but filled with underlying rage, "was also used as a subject. They thought that since she possessed your blood, she would be a perfect test material. Your wife tried to stop them, but they killed her, I guess."

Agnus's breath came in ragged gasps as the full extent of the betrayal sank in.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but his expression hardened with a resolve born of unimaginable pain.

Tears started to flow from Agnus's eyes, a torrent of grief and rage unleashed by the devastating truth.

His powerful frame shuddered with the force of his emotions, the chains binding him rattling softly in the silence.

"And I guess they lied to you because they thought this would break your mental resistance," Noel said, his voice a harsh whisper in the oppressive stillness.

Agnus didn't say anything for a few moments.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of shared suffering.

"What do you say now?"

Noel asked again, his tone almost gentle.

"Will you help me?"

Agnus's eyes, still glistening with tears, lifted to meet Noel's.

The sorrow had not left them, but something new was there as well—a flicker of purpose, a spark of unyielding resolve.

"What do I have to do?" Agnus asked, his voice steady, the tremor of earlier replaced by a hard, cold determination.

"Good," Noel said, a dark smile curling his lips.

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Here's the plan..."

Noel explained every detail, his voice confident and assured.

He spoke of their combined strength, of the strategic moves they would make, and of the ultimate goal—to dismantle the very foundation of the corrupt society that had wronged them so deeply.

Agnus listened intently, nodding occasionally, the fire in his eyes growing with each word.