The little blue one was catching your attention through your surveillance. Never in your life did you think you'd be here, stalking over a bunch of young sticks, trying to manipulate them into talking. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and it didn't help that you were running off sleep deprivation recently. Since catching The Chosen One you've had constant nightmares of fire, of the few people that you still have burning alive like everyone else before. You can't sleep for more than a few hours without being jolted awake against your will, and rarely do you go back to bed after. You can telk you've started to worry Agent, as he's taken up playing guard dog at the foot of your bed every night. He's almost quit drinking entirely and thats at least one of the few positives of the whole situation, but the lack of familiarity left you reeling. You shake your head, its a good think she stopped drinking. You don't need to read into something like that.
So instead you redirect your attention back at the live surveillance feed, the four of them sit in a room doing bottle flip tricks, loudly cheering and clapping for eachother when they do something particularly cool. That yellow one- he was smart as hell. You needed him, and you wanted to believe that WHATEVER connection to Noogai he had, it was incidental. But you can't risk that at all, which meant you had to squeeze work out of him knowing he's worked with that thing. It disgusted you building a raport with him, lining your words with a sugar coating you can only imagine Mitsi being proud of you learning from her. He was clever, quick to see why The Chosen One was so bad, and by god he was amazing with computers. If you were good, he was great. You needed that. Which is what draws your attention to the Blue one clinging to his arm. She's sat in his lap almost the entire time since you returned him to his cell, her clammy face pressed against his neck.
You had an idea. A bad one. She clearly needed medical attention- you hadn't any idea why. When they were first captured they were all in good health, but over time she has become jittery and cold, and it only seemed to get worse with each passing hour. An achilles heel would be more than welcome at this time, the only thing causing you to hesitate was the fact that... they're just so young. You weren't sure how much younger than you they were, but they remind you so much of the kids back on the farm. While in their cage they would play music, or try to make their own with their bodies. They'd make funny faces at eachother to cheer the other up, they'd wrestle to pass the time. It felt wrong- even knowing what they were connected to. It wasn't fair- for you or them for them to be used in acts of terror you aren't even sure they're aware of. They apparently didn't even know one of their friends had powers like Chosen does, you almost have to assume they're just... ignorant.
Never the less, you've made your decision. You would help out the little blue one if it meant building raport. And if it came to it, whatever she needs, you can restrict from her in hopes of getting Yellow to help. You really, really hope it doesn't get to that point. You'd pray if you were that type of stick, if you weren't aiming to kill god himself. Instead you just promise to yourself that you'll do what you have to- only if it comes to it. And if it doesn't- then hey, you did the right thing. You helped her out. You press your finger against the button of your office intercom, calling for Agent. You didn't want to risk catching whatever the Blue one had if it were a sickness, you know your body couldn't handle it.
"Send down a couple sticks to the containment room and take the Blue one to the medical wing, I believe she needs medical assistance. If you're able to find out what she needs, assure to her needs before returning her back to the cage. I'll meet you down there in twenty minutes."