Night 53: M31-M40

[moral_liberty]

Sleep came and left Kaworu easily. He couldn't remember most of the time he had spent there in bed, but he acknowledged the absence of experience. Nothing had happened that day. A person had told him to sleep, and laid a hand on his head. He had felt nothing. He only stayed still, and waited for the bleed of identities that did not come. He was

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[broodings]

It felt like at some point that Stefan had ceased breathing in order to survive the rest of dinner - but that was ridiculous. Even though he didn't really require oxygen to live, his body still clung to some vestiges of humanity, and his lungs breathed as naturally and as persistently as when he'd been alive. He could no more turn it off than he could turn off his (slow, half-dead) heartbeat. Still, he imagined himself not breathing. Not speaking, not looking, not smelling - just remaining where he was, curled up with his back pressed against the dresser, until the intercom jingled to life.

It was then that he felt himself exhale. The Head Doctor's distracted rambling seemed to echo the confusion Stefan felt roiling inside of him, but he barely concentrated on what the doctor was saying. He finally rose to his feet and inched towards to the exit, which put him closer to Castiel, but he was less worried now that he knew that they were moments away from release.

The intercom message dissolved into static. Stefan looked at his roommate and said "Good luck" in the seconds before the audible click of the door unlocking.

After that, he was gone.

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