Night 64: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.

Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.

[To here.]

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[vinesofregret]

"Ah," Hakkai replied, trying not to let the way his heart jumped at that revelation. The lightheadedness and the rash had gotten worse, not better, and he was getting increasingly worried that he was going to be one of the ones to turn. To lose himself to the worst part of him.

But Gren was probably right. The way things were around here, it was hard to trust anyone. Which was probably why he hadn't made any friends who weren't Gren.

They made it to the edge of the side hallway, and he turned the corner into the larger main hall.

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