"Absolutely pathetic," Amethiel muttered, glaring at the empty glass jar resting on his polished mahogany desk.
The silver rim caught the light just enough to reflect his face at him. Sharp features, slightly furrowed brows, lips pressed into a thin line. He looked annoyed. More than annoyed.
He looked offended.
'This is what it comes to,' he thought, his jaw tightening. 'Degrading manual labor for the sake of research.'
He hadn't even started yet, and already the regret was there, creeping in, unwelcome and irritating.
He had heard people talk about it before. That strange clarity that came after.
He almost felt it now, before anything had even happened.
Amethiel exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face.
But he needed the sample.
That part remained unchanged.
Kree's sample was already secured, properly stored in cold containment, but there were too many unknowns.
He didn't know how long it would remain viable. He didn't know if it behaved like human material at all.
