It had to be the most confusing morning in his memory, and Hope wondered if he was starting to get used to the confusion since he barely batted an eye when he first woke up in his room again. There was light this time, much to his relief, although he had no idea how he got back to his room. Hadn't he gotten far away? Decently far, at least, or at as far as he could in the darkness.
And then that conversation...
He could have laughed when he realized what disturbed him the most in the morning was his change of clothes. Another world, possibly another universe, and he couldn't stop fussing about the old hand-me-down clothes that he got in the morning? But he had never seen old clothes like that, much less worn them before. He found himself just following along numbly as guards (soldiers? doctors?) came to held him out, not bothering to explain anything as they handed him items shoved into a brown paper bag.
What was this place? The call in the morning said trip, said going out... but all he could feel as he was herded onto the old
( ... )
"I meant, sick." He amended quickly. Dangerous probably wasn't the best word to go about it, now that he thought on that. "Dangerous to themselves... maybe others. But if they're sick and need to go home in order to get better... isn't there something? Anything?"
Not that he was sure he wanted to go back. Going back would just be going to a swift execution. But the chance of being able to do something and make the last of his days seem worthwhile was there. He still had to take revenge for his mother's death. Even if that was the only thing he would be able to do before he was caught by Psicom.
He wasn't sure what she meant by brainwashing, either, but at least it seemed like some way out. Enough to perk his interest, anyway. A way out of the hospital might not mean a way home, but it could be a start. Better than staying in the dark, anyway. He... didn't like that darkness.
"Couldn't anyone just... pretend to believe them?" He asked, tilting his head. "And then just... find a way home once they're out of the hospital?"
"Sick? Um..." Anise wasn't sure how to answer. Did he mean sick in a contagious way, or in a sick-in-the-head way? And... he was talking about himself, wasn't he? Why else would he ask? "Sometimes they give medicine or treatments to people. During the day, they actually take good care of patients, usually." She wasn't sure if the military was going to be a different story, but... they were treating Tear's miasma poisoning, weren't they? All Anise could do was hope they were actually helping her. "But if they don't treat something, then it's probably because they don't want it to be treated..."
She bit her lip a little, knowing that that probably wasn't something Hope wanted to hear. It was probably part of their experiments; watching weird, foreign illnesses as they got worse. It was disgusting, but that was the kind of people their captors were.
"As for pretending to believe them, I've been trying that for weeks and they still don't buy it, boooo," Anise groaned, pouting a little. She was sure that she was a convincing actress, so
( ... )
He attempted a smile for her, glad to hear someone at least... upbeat about everything. Not that he thought she'd want to hang around him if she ever found out he was l'Cie. No one did.
"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
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He looked out the window at her prompting, blinking as he realized it was snowing now. Had it been like that when he had been ushered on the bus? He vaguely remembered the outside being white, but taking little notice of it other than the cold as he stepped outside. He had been more relieved at the fact that there was still light outside in the sky rather than looking down.
Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
The seats in front of them cleared first, and before long it was Anise's turn to go. Her smile brightened when Hope thanked her. "Anytime!" she replied as she rose to her feet, her paper bag and things in hand.
"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
And then that conversation...
He could have laughed when he realized what disturbed him the most in the morning was his change of clothes. Another world, possibly another universe, and he couldn't stop fussing about the old hand-me-down clothes that he got in the morning? But he had never seen old clothes like that, much less worn them before. He found himself just following along numbly as guards (soldiers? doctors?) came to held him out, not bothering to explain anything as they handed him items shoved into a brown paper bag.
What was this place? The call in the morning said trip, said going out... but all he could feel as he was herded onto the old ( ... )
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Not that he was sure he wanted to go back. Going back would just be going to a swift execution. But the chance of being able to do something and make the last of his days seem worthwhile was there. He still had to take revenge for his mother's death. Even if that was the only thing he would be able to do before he was caught by Psicom.
He wasn't sure what she meant by brainwashing, either, but at least it seemed like some way out. Enough to perk his interest, anyway. A way out of the hospital might not mean a way home, but it could be a start. Better than staying in the dark, anyway. He... didn't like that darkness.
"Couldn't anyone just... pretend to believe them?" He asked, tilting his head. "And then just... find a way home once they're out of the hospital?"
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She bit her lip a little, knowing that that probably wasn't something Hope wanted to hear. It was probably part of their experiments; watching weird, foreign illnesses as they got worse. It was disgusting, but that was the kind of people their captors were.
"As for pretending to believe them, I've been trying that for weeks and they still don't buy it, boooo," Anise groaned, pouting a little. She was sure that she was a convincing actress, so ( ... )
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"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
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Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
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"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
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