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The Jellyfish Seal lay nearby, untouched, as she seemed uninterested in giving it more than a cursory

glance.

The room fell into a hush, and Philip couldn't quite get a read on what was going through her head.

He'd never been able to fully understand her.

The woman picked up the mug of tea from the table and took a sip, a small smile playing at the corners

of her lips.

"What about that girl you mentioned before? You know, Cynthia's daughter?"

"She's still alive."

The woman raised an eyebrow. If Philip had taken action, that girl shouldn't be alive, she thought.

"It seems you gave her a chance to live."

"Just killing her would've been too boring."

He wanted to turn her into livestock for experimentation, like the subjects in the observation room.

His initial intention to bring Maja back to the BK was just that.

Let her taste the sweet life of being a leader, gain her trust, and then bring her to the research facility.

Then she'd be like a lab rat, completely at their mercy.

But he had been careless. To his surprise, when presented with the position of leader, Maja hadn't

been tempted. Instead, she was fixated on how to stay side by side with Ian.

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When he found out she was on Forbidden Island, he stopped holding back. But Dylan and Abner's

support came too quickly, and with Quentin causing chaos, he failed to get his way and had to retreat,

consequently blowing his cover.

The woman, still eyeing her mug, gestured dismissively, "I'm tired. You all can leave now."

Philip and Phil stood up and made their way to the door, but her voice stopped them.

"There's a recommendation coming up for a chair position. Philip, prepare some documentation. I'm

considering putting you forward."

There were twenty chairs in the research facility, each responsible for liaising with the core internal

members.

Philip had been at the facility for years and had access to the core members, but there was a strict

nomination process that rarely allowed for advancement. Now, he finally had his chance.

Becoming a chair meant he could freely use the pills developed by the research facility, no longer

restricted by the previous quotas.

A smirk curled on his lips. With all those lethal pills at his disposal, it would be easy to feed one to Maja

or Ian, ensuring their untimely and disgraceful demise.

He left in high spirits, "Understood, I'll draft the documents right away."

As soon as the door closed, Philip retreated to his own room.

It was a suite he and Phil had secured through the women - their designated place whenever they

returned to the facility.

Phil, returning to his room, carefully unpacked leaves he had collected from the outside.

Opening a glass cabinet, he admired the variety of leaves he had turned into specimens over the

years. Every time he found a uniquely shaped leaf, he would preserve it and add it to his collection.

It was a habit he started ten years ago. Having spent most of his life trailing behind Philip, he rarely had

time to himself.

At five, he'd met Philip and seen the sky for the first time - a completely foreign concept to him. He was

mesmerized and couldn't move.

Back at the facility, he only saw glass panes and doctors in white coats.

Phil smiled as he looked at the wall filled with his collection of leaves.

The door opened and Philip stepped in, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of the leaves.

"You brought back more leaves?"

"Yeah."

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"I really like them."

When Phil imitated Philip, he was articulate and clear, but when he was himself, his reactions slowed.

He seldom allowed himself to be Phil, only reverting to his true self within the walls of the facility.

Outside, he subconsciously imitated Philip as if that was the only way he could interact with people

normally.