Nightshift 46: Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]
Klavier took a moment to glance over the room before stepping inside completely. For some reason, this room seemed even more still and quiet than the hallways. Probably because the room seemed as though it hadn't been touched in weeks (though he knew that wasn't possible). The organization of the room gave the sense of having been only rarely if ever used. He moved quietly into the room, scanning everything around him with the weak flashlight.
He let the beam linger a few moments more than necessary on the table he and Daryan had used only a few days ago. It was a bitter memory he didn't need at the moment, yet he couldn't pull his mind from it. ...What was the likelihood of Daryan having been disposed of by the institute? Maybe seventy percent; sixty if he wanted to be generous. Every other option just made less sense. True, it was a fate he would have suffered eventually, but it was not the place of those here to decide such things.
The thought left a surprisingly sour feeling behind. It was only because no one deserved such a fate, that was all. Not because he actually still had some lingering feelings for the bastard. He certainly didn't. ...Ach, what was he doing? How could he think so ill of the potentially dead? No matter who they were. Was he really growing to be so callous?
Suddenly, Klavier felt he couldn't stay in there any longer. The room held nothing of even slight interest, anyway. It was only an empty room with empty memories.
[to here]
Klavier took a moment to glance over the room before stepping inside completely. For some reason, this room seemed even more still and quiet than the hallways. Probably because the room seemed as though it hadn't been touched in weeks (though he knew that wasn't possible). The organization of the room gave the sense of having been only rarely if ever used. He moved quietly into the room, scanning everything around him with the weak flashlight.
He let the beam linger a few moments more than necessary on the table he and Daryan had used only a few days ago. It was a bitter memory he didn't need at the moment, yet he couldn't pull his mind from it. ...What was the likelihood of Daryan having been disposed of by the institute? Maybe seventy percent; sixty if he wanted to be generous. Every other option just made less sense. True, it was a fate he would have suffered eventually, but it was not the place of those here to decide such things.
The thought left a surprisingly sour feeling behind. It was only because no one deserved such a fate, that was all. Not because he actually still had some lingering feelings for the bastard. He certainly didn't. ...Ach, what was he doing? How could he think so ill of the potentially dead? No matter who they were. Was he really growing to be so callous?
Suddenly, Klavier felt he couldn't stay in there any longer. The room held nothing of even slight interest, anyway. It was only an empty room with empty memories.
[to here]