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here]After a few minutes, von Karma arrived at the main patient block hallway. Although it was nearly identical to that of the one in which he was formerly assigned, it felt different to him. Certainly, the trip from his room to the hallway was somewhat longer than it had been for him previously
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Almost there. Teisel slowed a little, though delaying the inevitable wouldn't help matters any. Keeping an ally happy was such a chore...
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The sameness of these hallways was almost dizzying. Youko was starting to feel like she was caught in a nightmare, that she'd be wandering identical hallways forever and never actually find Enki.
But then the first room up the first hallway was M80. Probably four halls, ten rooms each, same as the other blocks, which meant this block had 41-80. Thank goodness! Enki's room, M57, should be in the third hallway from the right.
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Youko grimaced as she came back out into the hallway. She was already sick of this place, and longing for the open fields of Kei in a way she never would have expected.
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The trip to the block of rooms was uneventful, as these things went: not a sign of a monster or any indication that the other patients had noticed her passing by, both of which were good things indeed. However, as Ayumu moved toward the hallway with Okita's room, she heard Yuffie's voice up ahead and quickly moved back again.
All right, so she apparently hadn't waited long enough to move on. There'd been the note on the board about Yuffie getting a weapon back from someone in M61, and - oh, that was right, she'd mentioned a replacement for the man's "staff" in return. That must be the point of the closet destruction earlier.
Ayumu slipped back into the shadows of the main hallway, settling in to wait where she could keep an eye on the smaller hall. Hopefully the exchange wouldn't take too long. And in the meantime she could mentally review the list of things that she needed to ask Okita, once she got there.
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Leonard rounded the corner, looking left and right before glancing again at his map. He had no idea what these hallways were called, but he hadn't written their names on his map. This hallway had a few people passing through it- Same outfit as me. Other patients, I suppose- but certainly wasn't large enough to be considered a major hall.
He made his way down the hall and through the door at the end. That seemed to be where other people were going.
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The boy's right hand traced the wall as his left squeezed tight around himself. He had known that connection wasn't there--hadn't he tried it enough in the days after to learn that? But feeling it now, a dead and empty thing, as lifeless as their bond had become--but had it? Had it really? Just today, hadn't Rubedo--made the boy miss a step, two hearts beating, one heart breaking.
And this is what was made of him.
Tracing the link back, Albedo touched on another, and in this state, couldn't find anger at the youngest existing. Familiarity, something there pulled at him, and the need for something--
{...Nigredo?} the white-haired Variant sent, sounding just as Albedo had been; uncertain and sad, broken and lonely--something in need of comfort but not understanding how to ask.
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{What... Where... Why....} The thoughts, mangled and twisted with pain, were cut off by a sob that was never heard past the internal realms of self. If Nigredo was looking for a deeper reflection or a well-plotted ploy, the boy would have to look elsewhere. What resided here currently, was something that was entirely too broken.
Too much had happened. Much too much.
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