NIGHTSHIFT 52: M31-M40 Hallway

[guardiancomplex]

[Currently M36]Touya had thought that the last vestiges of his exhaustion due to the drain of his power had all but vanished, but apparently it had made one last stand. Touya awoke briefly when his nurse had brought in dinner, the last thing he remembered being talking with Yue in the hall

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M34

[moral_liberty]

Kaworu didn't hesitate to leave this night. He was awake. The world was real. He was a part of it. He even remembered the need for a flashlight, and decided to bring the radio as well. Although the voice he had come to associate with the man called Landel was threatening, he found that the more amiable words of Marc were a welcome contrast. Lilim could represent such dramatic opposites. The desire to kill and the desire to preserve. They pushed and pulled against one another, never making progress.

At least, this was the way of the world that Kaworu had known. Here, there was an imbalance. Those that would help were many, but without influence. Often it seemed that all they could offer were words. However, Kaworu didn't believe that words should be so easily dismissed. They were insufficient and frail, but often the only proof of what was most important in life. They demonstrated love, and they illustrated the bonds between individuals. Kaworu had been lost in their inadequacies, but similarly consoled by their strengths.

When he appreciated them most, they came from Shinji. He still held onto the thought of that morning, and what he had been told. They were intangible notions, but he believed that they had changed him. They were the cause of the lightness in his steps.

[To here.]

Re: M34

[livesbyinstinct]

As soon as the doors unlocked for the night, Kiba was not far behind Kaworu in leaving. He had no reason to stay and all the reasons in the world to leave. He stopped only to spare a second glance at the small radio sitting innocently on top of his desk, his lips thinning into a fine line as he inwardly debated whether or not to take it along. He all ready had his usual supplies: a handful of pens and his flashlight, accompanied this time by an empty pillowcase. He had every intention of breaking into that bastard Yumeno’s office, after all. Might as well have something to carry the stuff in, and whatever else that might catch his wandering eye.

However, he never seen the point in taking the radio, and he never had, but then again, the teen had never really stopped to consider it. He had been in too much of a rush to bother, though he had seen numerous people carrying one as they went about their business. It made a decent weapon, sure, and it was better than nothing, but his flashlight did just as good of a job as the radio would, and Kiba preferred to travel light. His body had always been his main weapon, and he hated anything that might needlessly bog him down. Though he knew that his abilities were a mere shadow of what they once were, he refused to believe himself incapable and handicapped in the least, and traveled as if he were not so. It was the sort of self-denial Yumeno would probably have mocked him for, but Kiba didn’t give a damn. He’d do what he felt like when he felt like.

And he suddenly felt like taking the goddamn radio.

Snorting once, he swiped it from its place, stuffing it into his bag and headed out the door.

[Skipping to here]