Prison Break

You haven't done anything, really. Although this is the same thing you hear over and over from people that are spending a period of their life in prison, no one but the people in this prison understand what you are talking about. You haven't done anything, and that's true. No one here has done anything. All they did was sign a simple, stupid contract; to be held responsible for the results of an experiment they were being paid to participate in.
No one said that you were going to be held in a prison. No one ever mentioned that although the chance of success was less than ten percent, there would be those affected, poor damned people that just wanted some money for different things. In your case, it was university. In Mark's case, it was moving to Spain. In Alexander's case, it was a girl. Strange what a guy endures for a girl, isn't it? But maybe, or, now that you think about it, certainly, he wouldn't have signed that treaty if he knew where he was going to end up. Certainly, he wouldn't have signed it if he knew he was going to end up dead, far from that girl he wanted to marry, far from home, far from anywhere, really. In a place far, far away from any human settlement. In a place that is enclosed in miles of bare, broken patches of earth. In a place made of hardened steel. In hell. And will you give up? No. Will you sit down and cry while cursing your fortune? No. As much as you want to, no. And just to confirm it, you say it aloud. Not too loud, just enough to be heard by yourself. "No."