"Sick? Um..." Anise wasn't sure how to answer. Did he mean sick in a contagious way, or in a sick-in-the-head way? And... he was talking about himself, wasn't he? Why else would he ask? "Sometimes they give medicine or treatments to people. During the day, they actually take good care of patients, usually." She wasn't sure if the military was going to be a different story, but... they were treating Tear's miasma poisoning, weren't they? All Anise could do was hope they were actually helping her. "But if they don't treat something, then it's probably because they don't want it to be treated..."
She bit her lip a little, knowing that that probably wasn't something Hope wanted to hear. It was probably part of their experiments; watching weird, foreign illnesses as they got worse. It was disgusting, but that was the kind of people their captors were.
"As for pretending to believe them, I've been trying that for weeks and they still don't buy it, boooo," Anise groaned, pouting a little. She was sure that she was a convincing actress, so maybe they had some way of knowing for sure who still had their identities.
But Anise didn't want to give only bad news, so she quickly followed up with something a little more upbeat. "Anyway, all you can really do is rely on the friends you make here. Like me!" She grinned in a way that she hoped was reassuring. "You can come to me for anything, okay?"
He attempted a smile for her, glad to hear someone at least... upbeat about everything. Not that he thought she'd want to hang around him if she ever found out he was l'Cie. No one did.
"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
It was uplifting to see that she got a smile out of him, even if it wasn't a very big one.
As Anise looked in Hope's direction, though, she realized she could see buildings through the window beside him. Leaning closer to get a better look, she announced, "Oh, look! We're here!" Doyleton looked different from how she remembered it, with glistening snow covering the rooftops and icicles hanging from every ledge. It was kind of pretty, actually.
Unfortunately, reaching the town meant there wasn't much time left to talk, so Anise figured this was a good time to let Hope know how to contact her. "There's a bulletin board back at the institute that people use for keeping in touch with each other. If you need a favor or if you just want to talk, all you have to do is leave a note with my name on it."
But they were in Doyleton now, so that method wasn't going to work today. They still had options, though, didn't they? "Oh, and there's another bulletin by the grocer in town here. I'll keep an eye on that one too." Maybe he wouldn't even want to rely on a stranger like her, but it was still good for him to have someone he could come to if he wanted to. Nobody should be alone in a place like this, Anise thought.
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He looked out the window at her prompting, blinking as he realized it was snowing now. Had it been like that when he had been ushered on the bus? He vaguely remembered the outside being white, but taking little notice of it other than the cold as he stepped outside. He had been more relieved at the fact that there was still light outside in the sky rather than looking down.
Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
The seats in front of them cleared first, and before long it was Anise's turn to go. Her smile brightened when Hope thanked her. "Anytime!" she replied as she rose to her feet, her paper bag and things in hand.
"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
She bit her lip a little, knowing that that probably wasn't something Hope wanted to hear. It was probably part of their experiments; watching weird, foreign illnesses as they got worse. It was disgusting, but that was the kind of people their captors were.
"As for pretending to believe them, I've been trying that for weeks and they still don't buy it, boooo," Anise groaned, pouting a little. She was sure that she was a convincing actress, so maybe they had some way of knowing for sure who still had their identities.
But Anise didn't want to give only bad news, so she quickly followed up with something a little more upbeat. "Anyway, all you can really do is rely on the friends you make here. Like me!" She grinned in a way that she hoped was reassuring. "You can come to me for anything, okay?"
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"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
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As Anise looked in Hope's direction, though, she realized she could see buildings through the window beside him. Leaning closer to get a better look, she announced, "Oh, look! We're here!" Doyleton looked different from how she remembered it, with glistening snow covering the rooftops and icicles hanging from every ledge. It was kind of pretty, actually.
Unfortunately, reaching the town meant there wasn't much time left to talk, so Anise figured this was a good time to let Hope know how to contact her. "There's a bulletin board back at the institute that people use for keeping in touch with each other. If you need a favor or if you just want to talk, all you have to do is leave a note with my name on it."
But they were in Doyleton now, so that method wasn't going to work today. They still had options, though, didn't they? "Oh, and there's another bulletin by the grocer in town here. I'll keep an eye on that one too." Maybe he wouldn't even want to rely on a stranger like her, but it was still good for him to have someone he could come to if he wanted to. Nobody should be alone in a place like this, Anise thought.
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Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
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"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
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