no subject

[There's a wariness in him at the sight of the vines, a small step back, uncertain. What he'd seen, what this boy had done to the failed experiments-- it's still there, fresh and raw in his mind. He wants proximity, that much is certain in from the needy look of him, the restlessness, but can this person be trusted? He still seems unsure.]

I-is she nice? She doesn't...doesn't make you do this?

[This being the carnage that had been going on around them until Julius stepped in. This is the name-calling and derision he experiences on a daily basis.]