Cognitive Dissonance [OPEN]
He should still be in the medbay.
He wasn't of course, but he still should be in the medbay. But after he managed to free himself from his restraints, he decided to discharge himself, and the doctors didn't have sufficient cause to hold him any longer. His injuries weren't fully healed, but had improved to the point where he could move around under his own power. More importantly, while his hallucinations hadn't stopped, they were more like intense daydreams now. He would still lose focus and look dazed at times, but kept one foot planted in reality. He seemed to watch, rather than participate in them, meaning his previously infrequent outbursts hadn't happened over the last few days.
He was in the Hangar right now, standing on one of the catwalks and looking down at the what was left of the 00 Raiser. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the damage, getting an unease feeling. Something about this bothered him, and it wasn't the fact that his Gundam was so badly damaged.
"Something's wrong," he muttered to himself, but hell if he knew what was wrong. Of course, he had been feeling that way about a lot of things lately, particularly when it came to his comrades. Something was just... off, either in him or with them, but nothing he could pin down.
He continued staring at the remains, as if it would answer all of his questions if he just stared at it long enough.
He wasn't of course, but he still should be in the medbay. But after he managed to free himself from his restraints, he decided to discharge himself, and the doctors didn't have sufficient cause to hold him any longer. His injuries weren't fully healed, but had improved to the point where he could move around under his own power. More importantly, while his hallucinations hadn't stopped, they were more like intense daydreams now. He would still lose focus and look dazed at times, but kept one foot planted in reality. He seemed to watch, rather than participate in them, meaning his previously infrequent outbursts hadn't happened over the last few days.
He was in the Hangar right now, standing on one of the catwalks and looking down at the what was left of the 00 Raiser. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the damage, getting an unease feeling. Something about this bothered him, and it wasn't the fact that his Gundam was so badly damaged.
"Something's wrong," he muttered to himself, but hell if he knew what was wrong. Of course, he had been feeling that way about a lot of things lately, particularly when it came to his comrades. Something was just... off, either in him or with them, but nothing he could pin down.
He continued staring at the remains, as if it would answer all of his questions if he just stared at it long enough.