It’s like a breath before the dive [Vertigo Visions Week 3]

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WHO: ANYONE! -- Add your own entry tags!
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
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WHEN: Night of Day 256 (Monday 12/8) and Day 257 (12/9) through the night of Day 263 (Monday 12/15)

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[iknowwhatyoudo]

He was sleepy when he woke, a night of thoughts had gotten stuck in his head. Random ones he’d somehow picked up. A good sign that his skills were still expanding. Unfortunately, it was a lot like waking up with the lyrics to an annoying song you didn’t even like, but just couldn’t forget. He sat up, scratching his head, tangling his hair even worse. From the window in his room he could see the Haze and he frowned, seeing the faint shape far more clearly. He frowned at it, brushing his hair out of his eyes and trying to figure out just what exactly it was. It was kind of like a Christmas Decoration…?

Schuldig wasn’t angry that Farfarello had left him behind at the sanatorium… not really. He knew that it could happen any time. That if one of them became compromised the others had to cut their loss and escape. But they were Schwarz… and they had never left each other behind. He and Crawford had actually gone to save Farfarello once while he’d been on a religious killing spree and Weiss had gotten involved… There was a seed of bitter resentment there, but be refused to let it sprout. Risk of the job, and he would deal with it. But Schwarz trusted each other and they didn’t leave each other behind.

He felt his other self’s surprise, when they’d told him of the rescue. Crawford coming secretly from another route, Nagi and… Batman of all people with Farfarello. They hadn’t left him behind. Only temporarily, which was acceptable.

He felt the discomfort from the torture and the desperation but also the relief knowing that he hadn’t told them anything under torture.

The details there were hazy, hard to remember after he’d passed out under torture. He’d been filled in by Nagi and Crawford and Farfarello after he’d woken, although he had no direct memories of it happening.

Schuldig felt the memories wash over him: The Queen’s Castle, the woman Chancellor who had overseen his and Farfarello’s arrest, the dungeons they’d been kept, the transfer to the old sanatorium and of course the torture he had suffered, until he had lost consciousness.

He wouldn’t forget that.

Revenge was a dish best served cold, but it would be served. Wait for the moment. Schuldig didn’t forgive pain to his person. Not Takatori, not the Chancellor.

He cursed, knowing what had happened, and was kind of glad he was in his bed when it hit. He fell back into his blanket with a curse as his head began to feel like it had been filed with bullets and been beaten with bricks. He knew what that felt like and thought this might be almost as bad. At least… he wasn’t going to hit the floor like last time. He felt some thankfulness when blackness took him and his as his mind shut down in defence, plunging him into protective sleep.