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Night 59: M91-M100 Hallway
The world was awash in pink, singing exquisite notes that near shattered the ears, and Nigredo could merely shudder in the wake of another miracle. Hadn't the false tones of the eldest laid it out so clearly? The dilemma of the U.R.T.V. and their talents.
"You're gonna tell him about something that gives back your powers when that's what screwed you both up in the first place?"
'Screwed' up, yes. Powers had been the source of their initial conflict, and here, in an instant, they would return to him. Waveform would unlocked. Restraints would lifted. Energy filled from his toes to the very tips of his black hairs. He didn't think to consider the source because the child already knew: someone or something had destroyed that device. Wasn't the consequence simple, then? As expected from a specialized bioweapon, he had returned to full capacity. Perhaps everyone had. None, however, would regret the shift as much as he.
For lingering in the cracks of his heart lay a shadow, one rejected since the day of its discovery.
Would Albedo overlook it now? Fear would press for a negative, but Nigredo retained an edge of doubt. He had promised, hadn't he? And if the youngest would keep control, would skirt away from death, perhaps the failsafe could remain out of reach.
Maybe. He couldn't say with any amount of certainty, to analyze uninterrupted. Senses soon detected an age-old danger while his mind remembered two engagements. Ignoring Sync, Nigredo grabbed his duffel bag and rushed out into the hallway.
[To here.]
"You're gonna tell him about something that gives back your powers when that's what screwed you both up in the first place?"
'Screwed' up, yes. Powers had been the source of their initial conflict, and here, in an instant, they would return to him. Waveform would unlocked. Restraints would lifted. Energy filled from his toes to the very tips of his black hairs. He didn't think to consider the source because the child already knew: someone or something had destroyed that device. Wasn't the consequence simple, then? As expected from a specialized bioweapon, he had returned to full capacity. Perhaps everyone had. None, however, would regret the shift as much as he.
For lingering in the cracks of his heart lay a shadow, one rejected since the day of its discovery.
Would Albedo overlook it now? Fear would press for a negative, but Nigredo retained an edge of doubt. He had promised, hadn't he? And if the youngest would keep control, would skirt away from death, perhaps the failsafe could remain out of reach.
Maybe. He couldn't say with any amount of certainty, to analyze uninterrupted. Senses soon detected an age-old danger while his mind remembered two engagements. Ignoring Sync, Nigredo grabbed his duffel bag and rushed out into the hallway.
[To here.]