<...This is so fucked up, man, like—...>
(Sighs an exasperated sigh.)
<I mean—... I fuckin'—... My whole—... My—my me could be a mish-mash of two people, and fuckin'... God... God, I don't know what to—what to think...>
…
(Chews her lip the tiniest bit.)
They must be freed.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019<... I don't think you're in danger. That was my biggest fear. You're... something new. Very new. And that doesn't have to be a bad thing. This is honestly pretty incredible. You're a fusion of two people, and yet you're your own unique... being.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I have nothing better to do myself.
(Is now scanning the treeline for signs of movement.)
...Have you a name?
<...Y-yeah, I know, just—...>
('Nother little sigh, fidgeting.)
<...I... Fuck, this is gonna sound stupid, but I really— I like me. I like myself. I think I'm, like, on a pretty good course, so if I'm two people together, then, like... would I be any less good or okay if— if I somehow got pried apart...? Like, just—... It's...>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019<...>
-Looks down at her knees, thinking, then looks back up-
<I won't force you apart, Stella. If you're happy like this, then Steph must be too. I'm not even sure if I could separate you, or how it happened in the first place.
<You're not 50% my friend, you're 100%.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(The lil' munchkin slowly nods, a small glimmer of tears visible in her eyes.)
<...Th—... thanks, Maeva... I... I really gotta... fuckin'... think this over...>
(Pauses beside him, still looking him over like a curious animal.)
...You seemed like one. I am Freja.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

No, it was apparent. Capture and torture.
They weren't so much crates as much as they were portable dungeons.