"Number One is on inhibitors. He's harmless." Kind of. They were testing the inhibitors on him sometimes, but they didn't trust them. Didn't trust him. Made sense. He had liked killing. "You'll be safe. You're with me." He was determined to keep him like that. "We will be in a house. With windows."

He didn't know a lot of what was out there even theoretically. Houses seemed like a nice idea. Windows even more so. "Don't talk to Number One."