Rita awakened in a cold sweat that morning. What the hell was that all about!? It had to be a trick, like the moving shadows from the other night... It just couldn't be real
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He'd done his best to ignore the dark-haired kid who'd apparently been shepherded into the seat next to him, staring pointedly out of the window as the Institute rolled out of sight past the bland, white wasteland of rocky terrain and snow. When they finally started moving, Depth Charge was still hoping they could do this quietly. But Soren, it seemed, didn't have the luxury of a window view to pretend to be enraptured by- and this time the Maximal couldn't just walk away like he had the time before, unless he wanted a needle rammed between his bandages.
At first he made a point of saying nothing, letting the silence between them widen to a gulf as he met the younger patient's eyes- and then he turned back to the window. Oh, look. Another rock. And another one. Sorry, kid, but this is riveting stuff. Like he was going to let him blow him off one day and then try and make nice like nothing had happened the next. He was gonna have to earn his conversation.
Then, finally, he turned back. His arms were folded and his brow just contracted to a faintly withering frown. "Is it really, now?" Any flatter and Soren could've served it up at breakfast with maple syrup. "Don't you have someone else to bug, kid?"
"Evidently not, else I would be." Soren shot him a look. "In case you hadn't noticed, I was made to sit here. However stupid you think me, I'm not about to argue with armed soldiers."
Not without back-up, anyway, and he was unlikely to get enough of that to even consider taking action. He wasn't even going to start an argument with Depth Charge, regardless of the likelihood of the soldiers bothering to interfere with anything non-physical. After multiple nights achieving almost nothing, he needed allies, and he couldn't afford to be picky.
Soren took a breath. "My apologies for the other day. I didn't mean to anger you."
Which was as much of an apology as anybody here was ever likely to get out of him, considering Ike wasn't around to prompt him and Soren was usually more than adequate at dealing with people unable to look him in the eye. He could apologise easily enough for reactions, because they were out of his control. Apologising for something that he said or did would imply he held some sort of regret, which would in turn imply that he cared. Mad as this place was, Soren wasn't quite ready to start caring about any of the other patients, short of caring about how he could use them to his advantage against the institute.
He'd done his best to ignore the dark-haired kid who'd apparently been shepherded into the seat next to him, staring pointedly out of the window as the Institute rolled out of sight past the bland, white wasteland of rocky terrain and snow. When they finally started moving, Depth Charge was still hoping they could do this quietly. But Soren, it seemed, didn't have the luxury of a window view to pretend to be enraptured by- and this time the Maximal couldn't just walk away like he had the time before, unless he wanted a needle rammed between his bandages.
At first he made a point of saying nothing, letting the silence between them widen to a gulf as he met the younger patient's eyes- and then he turned back to the window. Oh, look. Another rock. And another one. Sorry, kid, but this is riveting stuff. Like he was going to let him blow him off one day and then try and make nice like nothing had happened the next. He was gonna have to earn his conversation.
Then, finally, he turned back. His arms were folded and his brow just contracted to a faintly withering frown. "Is it really, now?" Any flatter and Soren could've served it up at breakfast with maple syrup. "Don't you have someone else to bug, kid?"
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Not without back-up, anyway, and he was unlikely to get enough of that to even consider taking action. He wasn't even going to start an argument with Depth Charge, regardless of the likelihood of the soldiers bothering to interfere with anything non-physical. After multiple nights achieving almost nothing, he needed allies, and he couldn't afford to be picky.
Soren took a breath. "My apologies for the other day. I didn't mean to anger you."
Which was as much of an apology as anybody here was ever likely to get out of him, considering Ike wasn't around to prompt him and Soren was usually more than adequate at dealing with people unable to look him in the eye. He could apologise easily enough for reactions, because they were out of his control. Apologising for something that he said or did would imply he held some sort of regret, which would in turn imply that he cared. Mad as this place was, Soren wasn't quite ready to start caring about any of the other patients, short of caring about how he could use them to his advantage against the institute.
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