Day 60: Music Room (Fourth Shift)

[stray_shinigami]

It wasn't often that Renji felt less like punching people in general as his day wore on. This was a new experience for him. A not unwelcome one, if he was being honest. And the fact that he felt less like punching Fai? Kind of mind-blowing. The sort of thing Zen masters would probably use as a kouan to reach an all-new level of non-punching

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[poorexample]

Castiel wasn't personally familiar with many humans, but he had observed them for long enough that he knew how each one could have something about them that made them unique; a skill that only they possessed. Looking at it from that perspective, powers and abilities could cover a large range. It was possible that the people in charge didn't know exactly what they needed or what they were looking for, and so they were gathering as many varied skills as they could.

However, Renamon had another theory: that the people in charge were somehow feeding off of their energy through the very act of them being brought here. Castiel's first instinct was to reject that, as he wasn't one with strong emotions (so what would they have had to gain from him?), but he couldn't help recalling the circumstances under which he'd arrived. He'd let out a startling amount of energy at that point, had put his all into taking out the angels that had been hunting him down. If all of that Grace had been collected by those here...

It would also explain why they were weakened now, if all of their power was still being siphoned off of them here. His expression darkened as he thought it all over. "It's a solid theory," he admitted, "though once again, with no proof..."

Having these ideas in mind would make it easier for them to determine when they had come across an actual clue, however. It was good to discuss it, particularly because there was little else that they could do during the day.

[yin_yang_fox]

She inclined her head at his response, an almost apologetic move. "Yes," she replied. "There's no way to hold anything as certain without shifting theories to facts." No way to honestly move forward instead of just blundering. She knew this well, had known a month of it. She wondered, suddenly, how other had had the strength to continue for longer than this.

...Well. She supposed she would find at least that answer out in time.

"I'll ask around and share this with a few," she added, moving to fold the paper in half and half again. "If I find out anything of import, I'll contact you." She paused there, then bowed her head to him. "Thank you for sharing this. Truly."

[poorexample]

With the promise to share the note given and thanks offered, it seemed that their conversation had come to a logical end. The one good thing about this place was that it didn't force Castiel to have to make awkward exits from conversations, as the staff did that for him.

He took the time in which the nurses started filtering through the room to nod back to Renamon. "It would have been wrong for me to keep to myself," he replied. "I appreciate your understanding the importance of sharing it." Renamon surely had plenty of contacts here, so Castiel could rest assured that she would disperse the message much further than he could on his own.

His nurse reached the table, prompting Castiel to stand. "I suspect we'll meet again." While it would have been better for both of them if they got out of here before they had the chance, Castiel was far too aware of their bad odds.