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Night 60: M91-M100 Hallway
The temptation for murder was great. To see a dormant aggressor made his heart jump in anger, and Nigredo could not help but consider both memories and the tools in his repertoire. He had reasons, much and many, to kill Sync, and the presence of a rare opportunity near overwhelmed his restraints.
Therefore, with Renamon's journal and his firearm on hand, Nigredo left his room, glancing behind once at the missed chance. It felt like defeat, but...whatever. He was better off bringing retaliation in another form.
No, tonight, Nigredo would hole up in a safe place and read. And in that place, provided the occupant didn't mind his presence, he should be left to his own devices. A strange concept given the occupant, but Albedo was asleep. Nothing in the link hinted toward consciousness.
With that in mind and consideration to his chest, he went down the corridor.
[To here.]
Therefore, with Renamon's journal and his firearm on hand, Nigredo left his room, glancing behind once at the missed chance. It felt like defeat, but...whatever. He was better off bringing retaliation in another form.
No, tonight, Nigredo would hole up in a safe place and read. And in that place, provided the occupant didn't mind his presence, he should be left to his own devices. A strange concept given the occupant, but Albedo was asleep. Nothing in the link hinted toward consciousness.
With that in mind and consideration to his chest, he went down the corridor.
[To here.]