"hello, my children"

"Where is my daughter, @vividmayfield"

"One" 001

"Seven" 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

"Good morning, Seven" SEVEN

"Good morning, my children"

"Thirteen?" He whispered "Oh crap" Brenner's face paled

"Thirteen? Is that you?" He was startled to see @KALCPSlA

"Grandfather? I prefer Papa, if you don't mind" He replied, choosing to ignore Tris' comment about her preferred name. Guy was still an asshat

Brenner growled and clenched his wrinkly grandpapi hands. He'd forgotten just how... Annoying Tris could be He didn't hate the girl, just found her immature. He had taught her better after all

"I've been okay. Missing my kids but that's kinda an average day for a hardworking government operative" He did miss... Experimenting on the kids"

"You were my daughter, once upon a time"

"Good evening everyone. I hope the children have been taking part in the experiments and have been good for their Papa"

"Ah, Eleven."

"At least the people who called me Marty Martini aren't around anymore..."

Facepalm. "Oh god..."