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Night 52: Main Hallway, 1-East
[From here]If there was one piece of vital information that Xemnas had already grasped during his short stay here, it was that the second floor's main corridor was usually one that was guarded. As the Sun room, it was a center area that was often traversed by the various patients confined within these walls, making it rather logical to position
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She almost wished that were a possibility. It was far more simple than anything else that could have happened there. The girl frowned, hand tightening on the hilt of her sword. "No..." she said, softly at first before repeating, tone an attempt at lighter.
"Not possible," she gave, almost apologetically. "Last time we were there we cased a general store. It was full of stuff. Most expired, but some of the canned stuff.... Point being, there was food there."
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"Oh," was all he could say.
It wasn't until his response that Nigredo noticed he had stopped moving, leaving him trailing behind the older girl. The distance between them could be closed in a second, but the fact he had left himself lag spoke volumes on his attention. Or lack thereof. Shaking his head, he lifted a foot to continue--
--only for another to fall into step, passing through him like air toward the girl in front. It took only a moment for him to recognize the form: the hair, the clothes, the quiet strides matched one he knew quite well. One he could attribute as similar to his own. Except this one had less to do with siblings and more to do with--
"Senna," he stammered, only to choke on his own breath.
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Voice too unsure, too strange, to be attributed to the stoic child. The girl turned without thinking, face pressed in concern. Only to take in his strange expression. She started back towards him, hand arcing out between them. "Hey... You okay?"
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He could not, however, answer her; speech and all other forms of communication proved useless in the face of shock. His eyes could only lock on the form between them, the muscles in his arms quivering every other second as if fishing for a correct reaction. Couldn't Senna see him, or had the stress from the past two weeks permanently altered his sense of reality? You simply didn't see a copy of yourself come from nowhere. You didn't see yourself, period. He supposed the question was irrelevant; regardless of fact or fiction, he was in a significant amount of trouble ( ... )
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Nigredo removed the restraints and drew his gun, the muzzle pointing toward the floor. Creeping slowly to eye level on automatic. The fear in his expression hardened to focus, though nothing changed on the inside. The boy was still--
"Scared," the other responded, moving to tightening his grip on Senna's sleeve, "of what you might think."
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What was this? Was there a gun sale somewhere that she missed? Man, give her a sword and she was fine--stuff like that seemed way too crazy.
Her eyes darted down to the other when he spoke, but too quickly pulled back to Nigredo, expression shifting to a mix of shock and dismay. "What the hell, Nigredo?" If he was going to have that, he could deal with her swearing. "Where did you get that?"
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Unfortunately, he was too slow. His "shadow" spoke first, ruining the explanation built up in the back of Nigredo's mind. "I picked it up," he answered. The tone was far too nonchalant compared to before. "From my brother. He was too busy dying to need it at the time."
What? For such hesitance, the other's response was immediate, bordering a kind of panic. "I didn't--" He didn't what? There existed something so wrong in that explanation that demanded a denial, but nothing surrounding the words were false. Nothing at all.
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The girl shook her head, clearing the cobwebs, before fixing a stern look at both boys... Boy and thing... Ugh, whatever! Her fingers moved to detach the one at her arm, moving closer to Nigredo in the same motion so she was at a fixed point from both of them. "Okay, one. Put the gun away, seriously. Two--" She raised an eyebrow at the shade. "Don't say weird stuff without explaining what you're talking about. And three, what the hell is going on here?"
...If nothing else, Senna took most things in stride.
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And that involved the gun being out and ready. Therefore, he all but obeyed. "How should I know?" muttered Nigredo. His eyes darted between the two forms. "And I'm not putting it away."
"Then don't," his mirror retorting, shrugging as though none of this particularly mattered. The gesture might have been humorous at another time, but in this situation, it served only to irritate. Nigredo didn't know why. "If you want explanations, the person you should be asking is him."
Here, he nodded to the child, who seemed almost to flinch. "He knows exactly what I'm talking about."
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After all, the last time the institute had caught him unaware, it had left him for dead. Landel was at fault, was he not? Nigredo would not allow him a second chance.
"No." His hold tightened as his posture grew increasingly rigid, appearing less a child and more something off. "I'm not taking any risks." Should anyone attempt to override his decision, they would be fought against; the last thing he wanted was to be caught without in front of his other ( ... )
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So again, the girl didn't say anything, only gave a long-suffering shrug, and trod between the two. Hopefully that would dissuade violence. If the other became a threat, sure. But they had no idea what was going on. Hell, if Nigredo killed the shade, it might be tied to him and he might kill himself. Which... If she listened to it, seemed like there was something to that.
But either way she wasn't going to deal with an unsteady trigger finger. She knew enough about that as it was. Nigredo might shoot her if he got too upset but she'd try this for now.
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You're not me. A trick, an illusion, a Head Doctor's form of entertainment. He could list labels and name names, but the truth remained as solid as the other could never be. This was anything but himself ( ... )
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But why? Why speak of sentiments he already knew? There existed no reason in the repetition, especially in front of a stranger--no, a friend. And she had to echo thoughts, too. It wasn't like he had never heard her the first time ( ... )
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