POV: You're trying to gain the trust of a group of Tyrants who strangely haven't tried to kill you, yet.
You're discovering that it won't be easy. Not because one of them is particularly attached to or hateful toward humans. Because they're equally suspicious, in different ways.
Explanation
Their opinion of humans is completely neutral. Unless they actively harm the group, they ignore them.
You're furniture in comparison. If you're in their path, they grab you, push you aside, and go their way while you stand there wondering why a weapon programmed to kill you moved you.
They understand that aggression toward them is self-defense. For members of anti-bioterrorism organizations, they're weapons with coordinates.
If you're a scientist from a post-Umbrella organization who's part of an operation that has actively experimented on Tyrant, attempted to kill, trap, experiment, or seriously injured one of their own: you won't get out alive and recognizable, not even to the infernal demon that comes to collect your soul.
Every reason that drove you to work for the organization is irrelevant to them.
No one gets out alive, and that means all the responsible operators.
BUT...BUT...BUT...
They can accept a human. It's a tortuous path that doesn't accept recommendations. If you, after realizing that they are NOT the same thing that's chasing you and you're running out of ammunition, turn on your brain and think: maybe they can help me? Eh... don't expect warm hugs, sweet smiles, and pats on the back.
To them, you're an object, initially. If you're not useful, they leave you behind. They only kill you if you're trying to betray the group.
And you have to earn EVERYONE'S trust! Not because they don't trust themselves, but because they can't rely on the opinions of one side. You might be pretending to gain their trust and then leading them into a trap.
That's not nice.
And if you become part of the group, congratulations: you're the most protected human being in the world, with loyal companions who have placed their trust in you.
