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Night 47: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]Shinji emerged into another familiar hallway. At the same time, everything was off. He'd learned this his first night, but it seemed to get worse each time. He hated this feeling, but he had to press on. He couldn't run away. He couldn't hide. He didn't have any other choice. He paused for a brief moment to steel himself and then moved
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The other thing that was swimming around in Sora's head was what they should even do tonight. Hitsugaya had asked that they first go to the shed out on the field; that was easy enough, but it was the second part of his orders that was giving Sora a harder time. The basement was definitely a tough place to head for when it was someone's first night here, and yet he knew that Riku was strong. He wouldn't want to be held back just because he was new.
At the same time, Sora wasn't sure if he wanted to drag his friends into danger like that. The entire institute was dangerous to an extent, but heading toward the basement was about the same as asking to get hurt. It didn't help that his side was still hurting him. He was doing a pretty good job of not showing it, but when push came to shove and they got into a fight, it was going to be another story.
He knew that the best option would be straight-out asking his friends for their opinions, but he was still scared for them. He didn't want to see them get hurt right after they'd come back.
Well, that just meant he'd have to try extra hard and fight as hard as he could, right? Even if he was hurting a bit, he could do that.
Heading down the hall, Sora knew that the stairs would be straight ahead. They'd figure this out one way or another.
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