Chang could understand why those chose to isolate themselves. Their lives had been turned into nightmares, their bodies into killing machines. The world had become unrecognizable while they were sleeping. Or course they would retreat into themselves.
But he also knew this kind of pain, the kind that left you feeling old and frail, couldn't be conquered alone.
So he would take things one step at a time.
"004? I made you some tea."
"Oh... thank you."
"I noticed that you tend to put extra sugar in yours, 003, so I took that liberty. Hope you don't mind."
"No, this is just how I like it. Thanks, this was really nice of you."
"Trust me, 002, you'll like it! People used to come to my restaurant just for my tea."
"... What the hell is in this?!"
One step at a time.