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Accept what?

deterioration.

How are you deteriorating? I thought this was better for you than your other- oops.

Um. How are you deteriorating? Forget I said anything else.

If you move a patient with cancer from one hospital to another, they're not going to suddenly stop having cancer. How did you think something innately genetic was going to stop existing by [ a brief pause because he really isn't sure how to explain what's happened yet ] doing this?

On on that topic, why did you do it?

This is better for you. And I can't explain why, it's- I meddle, okay? And this is better here. You'll like it, and maybe you'll figure out what you need to.

If you really hate it, I'll take you back home as soon as I get my powers working again. That radiation messed them up somehow.

[ There's a moment of silence. He's just.. trying to figure things out (and not freak out) right now, forgive his short fused attitude at the moment. For as garbage as his home is, it's known. ] Home, don't make me laugh. You saw it.

Okay, so... Make this work for you. Isn't it beautiful here? I know it's not perfect, I really should have taken you back further, but this time period. This, maybe you can get some kind of help.

[ He tips his head and stares at her ] You really think that if I walk into a hospital and get some tests done they're not going to lock me up for what I am? Don't kid yourself. I know how scientists think. [ he taps his temples ] I am one. Even your average doctor.

[ a pause, he washes his hands over his face ] Who are you?

I'm not taking you to a hospital. They wouldn't know what to do anyway, and you'd have an hour wait before any lab results came back abnormal. Even after that, you'd have another hour to get out of there without answering questions. But I'm taking you somewhere else. They won't lock you up.

...I'm Janie. Hi.

Should I introduce myself or am I already infamous enough for you to know? [ Well, lead the way then. ]

I don't know your name. I just- sometimes I see people and help them without thinking it through. Try to help anyway. But if nothing else, you get to see the world like this. Try to find the bright side.

Um. So yes, please introduce yourself.

[ He's bar far not a psychologist but it doesn't take a specialist to put a couple of observations together. ] It's not a complaint. I just have, what I understand as, natural concerns.

[ He offers a hand. Notably gloved. ] Cyro.

Understood. I mean you no harm.

[She shakes his hand] It's nice to properly meet you, Cyro.

[ If his world is already on it's last legs, maybe it's time to let go of that too. Maybe it's time to let go of his brothers. Two of them are pretty close to being beyond repair. It just... eats at him. Knowing they will die as experiments. ] Mm.

Most people who cause harm don't mean to. [ A point ] That's the meddlers conundrum. Few and far between are the people who truly want to cause pain.

[Janie would go back to save them too, if she could.]

Am I causing you more harm here? I was going to see if I could get you checked out and an understanding place.

Not me, no. [ A break of silence. If he stopped being so stubborn, he could find a place to do some good where the clock wasn't constantly ticking down to extinction. So he nodded and unfolded his hand as if to say, 'well then, let's go' ]

[Janie is the one who moved Nexus out of time, so she's able to find a side door that looks like it belongs to a much smaller building. It leads directly to part of the clinic. She's careful not to reveal just what kind of building they're in. The security officers at that entrance let them pass right away, handing the man a visitor's pass]

This is a clinic that I help at... they can scan you and see what's going on.

Why don't I just tell them? [ He stopped and tipped his head a bit ] I know exactly what is going on, Janie. Maybe I'll need some help from a geneticist, it's not my specialty, but.. They monitored us every second of every day. We're not allowed to get better because we're experiments, not people. If they don't know what will happen to us, they can't fix the next batch can they?

[ He doesn't like it, but he understands it. ]

Sure. Tell them. I'll get a geneticist over for you. Should I try to get your data?

And you're a person. I'm not going to think of you as an experiment.

[ He exhales and sits down. The real truth is that he is sure it's genetic but he doesn't actually know what's wrong. That bothers him, and scares him. Maybe there just isn't a way to fix it. Sometimes things are just broken. ] I'm sorry.