White halls. Endless white halls, that's all he ever sees. Endless white halls filled with more pointless testing rooms. The one thing he was born to do, and he's never seen a single FranXX cockpit. It did not help his situation that everyone though he was dead for 12 years.

'But hey, that's what they get for putting me in stasis instead of just getting rid of me.' The thought lingered in his mind for what seemed like an eternity before he shakes it off. No need to cloud his mind with unnecessary thoughts. He had a mission. And nothing was going to stop him. Not klaxosaurs, not APE, not even Dr. FranXX himself. There was someone he needed, and he knew that they needed him.

"Because we were born for each other. Born to be the single best FranXX pilot team that the world has ever seen. And yet, here I am, one the run, because you fu-"

He stops himself. 'Damn stasis. That and being dead for more than seven minutes without blood flow to the brain does strange thing to ones mental health.'

Though, in his case, he was lucky. Any normal human, and there would have been no chance for survival. Even if they were put in stasis immediately after death, there would be significant damage to the body. Life would be pointless, with the humane thing being to end the subject's life.

But no, not him, he was special. He had an advantage over every other parasite, well, all but one parasite. He had special blood. He was bred much differently than normal parasites. But he was not alone back then. There were two of them, a male and a female. A stamen and a pistil, the two halves of the FranXX piloting system, the mechanical fighting force that protected that last shrivels of humanity. He had a mission. Find...

"Her..."

He stops walking the long, dreary, bland, white halls of Lamiaceae, the installation for past failed projects of APE. No one really knew he was here, and he fully intended to keep it that way. There were already too many barriers in his way, waking up from a 12 year sleep being the most prominent one. His body was dragging itself along while his mind was running circles around itself trying to come up with a plan. He knew exactly what he needed to do, he just had no idea how to do it. He shakes his head and keeps walking, not wanting to waste any more time. Luckily for him, security was practically nonexistent here, considering everything was kept in stasis. Sure there were monitors connected to a certain Doctors personal computer system, but the alarms currently going off were unnoticed by the dark-skinned young man, or the man who is responsible for his creation. No, both of them had better things to be doing, but both were acutely aware of current events, as one was the source, the other was watching him move through the installation, already sitting in the sad excuse for a security station that housed the staggering 4 guards.

"Any idea where he's going?" The old mans gruff robotic voice echoed against the metal walls as the guards looked on, unsure of what to do. A stasis patient couldn't wake them-self up... Could they?

"N-no doctor, he woke up a few hours ago, but without the proper resuscitation procedures, it took quite a while before he got moving. As soon as we detected life signs, we alerted you, as with he standing order N86-."

"That's enough out of you. Route him here, I wish to speak with him." The 3 other guards nod and get to work closing off doors and exits to force the stamen that was supposed to be dead to come to them.

"Uh-uh-um.. Doctor? If I may ask?" One of the guards speaks up, a thought front and center in his mind.

"If it's a stupid question, no, no you may not." Dr. Frank Werner, or rather, what was left of him, was not particularly in the mood for any arrogant or otherwise pointless chit-chat. He had other things to think about, like how the now matured young man currently moving through the base is even alive, or what he is going to tell him when he gets here.

"I uh, I was just wondering sir. How did he continue to grow and mature when he was both clinically dead and in suspended animation?"

"That may be the most intelligent question I've been asked in quite some time. The short answer is, I do not know, but I am very anxious to talk with him." The old man and the guard turn their attention back to the security feeds, as the experiment that, at long last, succeeded, gets closer and closer to the only room occupied by anything with enough brain function to be considered sentient.

The young mans frustration at constantly being walled off was blatant on his face, but something told him he was getting close to his goal of escape, so he kept walking. He was fully awake now, and was functioning as best he could, which was already better than any other parasite out there.

"Heh, all except one... My partner..." There was a faint trace of a smile on his lips, but it vanishes not a moment later as he continues on, the orange lights flashing through the hallways and corridors briefly illuminating his dark hair, with a slight glint of something else on his head. The glasses he wore the same shade as the two things that separates him from normal humans, that separates him from any normal parasite. It was in his blood, it was who he was.

And he liked it that way.

Blue highlights around his extremely dark blue eyes, and a set of blue horns protruding from the top of his head.