Night had been a blur; his senses told him though, that even when he woke up, Yue, and Yuki for that matter, weren't there anymore. Where exactly did that leave him? Estranged from the man he'd thought of as a friend, a traitor to the people he was trapped here with, and now missing another of the people he'd been foolish enough to let himself care about. Much as he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny a twist of guilt; bad things always seemed to happen to the people he was around, the people he actually cared about.
He woke in his bed, with that familiar fuzzy, disconnected sort of feeling that kept him from remembering just how he'd gotten there from where he'd been last night. The announcement though, and the unfamiliar voice were enough to give him some idea of what was going on and what day it was. He dressed quickly in what they gave him, a black turtleneck, a hooded khaki-colored coat with fur trim, and some slate-grey pants. He brushed his hair carefully over his left eye and followed the soldiers out onto the busses. Odd, he thought, that they kept up the routine when so much else had changed, but he didn't argue, just went along as always with a barely-there smile on his face.
They handed him his lunch and some coupons and this time, a card that apparently had some sort of credit or currency on it. That was new and it was hard to keep from thinking of just how he'd like to spend it. He didn't have much time to ask his escort exactly how much twenty five dollars would buy him in say... various types of liquor, but he was sure he could figure that out on his own. It just couldn't come soon enough.
He woke in his bed, with that familiar fuzzy, disconnected sort of feeling that kept him from remembering just how he'd gotten there from where he'd been last night. The announcement though, and the unfamiliar voice were enough to give him some idea of what was going on and what day it was. He dressed quickly in what they gave him, a black turtleneck, a hooded khaki-colored coat with fur trim, and some slate-grey pants. He brushed his hair carefully over his left eye and followed the soldiers out onto the busses. Odd, he thought, that they kept up the routine when so much else had changed, but he didn't argue, just went along as always with a barely-there smile on his face.
They handed him his lunch and some coupons and this time, a card that apparently had some sort of credit or currency on it. That was new and it was hard to keep from thinking of just how he'd like to spend it. He didn't have much time to ask his escort exactly how much twenty five dollars would buy him in say... various types of liquor, but he was sure he could figure that out on his own. It just couldn't come soon enough.
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