They looked at me expectantly, as if they thought I was going to tell them my secrets. I hardly knew them, let alone trusted them enough to tell them.

"I'm not going to tell you because I don't know if I can trust you. I barely know you."

"If we tell you our secrets, all of them, will you tell us yours?" they asked together.

It thought about it for a few seconds, then waited a few seconds longer, just to build on the suspense. Or was it to torture them? I didn't quite know, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure it out.

"I guess," I said, finally.

Slowly, they unfolded their wings, showing me at least one way in which we seemed to be the same. Then Killian spoke.

"I only have a few talents. I'm hydrokinetic and I can breathe underwater."

I nodded and turned my attention on Akane, waiting for her to speak of her talents. Akane remained silent. I watched as Killian nudged her in the side, encouraging her with a smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened her eyes, only to stare over my shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"I'm psychic and telekinetic," she said, more to the bars of my cage than me.

"Will you tell us about you now?" they asked, their voices slipping together to sound like one.

I sucked in a breath, preparing to tell them what I had told no one before. But, suddenly, the doors to our small little room were opened and two more cages were pulled into the room and set down next to mine. After that, two girls were practically dragged into the room and shoved into the cages. The girls struggled against the hands and bodies of the white coats that held them, but it was no use. They were stronger and faster than the girls, though I was almost certain that the girls could have broken away, had they really wanted to. They were holding back, probably to buy themselves a little more time to live, to keep themselves in the cages instead of under the knife. It was a smart idea, too, and so was not admitting to every ability that we all possessed when they probably had microphones and cameras installed in the room, watching and listening to every little thing we did. We were no longer safe to discuss things at our leisure. I should have figured it out before, but I hadn't. I couldn't tell them my abilities in any physical form. There had to be some other way to tell them that wouldn't allow the white coats to record out conversation. I just had to think of one.