The main hallways. Good. And the coast seemed to be clear, so far. Link briefly wondered if the new clue would help the situation, or only make it more grim. He would know soon enough.
Byrne moved quickly, focusing on nothing except the darkness in front of him and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest (and how much his abdomen was hurting, too; kind of hard to ignore that). By the time full awareness caught up with his body, he was already entering the first main hallway. The realization that he'd just plowed through potentially dangerous areas without caring too much about what was in them was enough to stop him short and make him reevaluate his life choices here.
Because really. Idiot. Way to act like a prisoner in some madman's torture house, running around like nothing mattered in a place where death was a real threat that could happen to anyone at any time! As if the monsters here didn't exist! Badd would have a conniption if he saw his friend like this, seriousl...
... Badd...
No. Relax. Byrne was a grown man. He could take care of himself by himself. He'd just have to be extra careful now that he didn't have Mother Hen in a Trenchcoat watching his back. It's okay. He could do this. Just keep going - and this time, PAY ATTENTION.
After a minute's hesitation, Byrne slowly but surely proceeded further down the hall. The cramping was starting to become a little too much for him, though, proven by how one hand subconsciously moved to his stomach. As if it would make the pain stop. Yeah, right.
She had quick eyes of her own, and before Albedo could say any more she fell into step with him, having noticed the tense body language of the figure passing by long before he moved close enough to see what was actually amiss. Rashes, right? The experiment victims were showing rashes? It was a little hard to spot such a thing in the dark, but Yomi hadn't gone through her training for nothing. She and Albedo were likely picking up on the same signals.
Yomi supposed her answer to Albedo's invitation was clear enough when she stared after the man in turn. There were worse ways to spend her time and one could hardly find a more willing partner in crime than a Category A. Looking back to Albedo, she waited for his opening move.
"How many symptoms are the sick ones showing now?" she asked. Confirmation was integral, as always. "I haven't been paying as close attention as some people."
She had moved to touch his hair, and his eyes closed, but he didn't flinch away. Her fingers moved through it, and after a moment, her hand dropped, along with her words. Whether it was sweet or not was not something he could say, but it was something genuine, at the least-- More than he would offer most. When he began moving, she slid into step next to him, and something loosened inside of him; a tension relaxing and fading that he wasn't even sure was there.
From the coliseum? Or something else? He had no answers, and so he brushed it off. There was things to speak of, perhaps, at something like a later date, but for now he would take in her companionship in this.
She spoke a question, and he quietly gave a reply. Because he knew the answer quite well from Nigredo's condition. "As many as could be in any major illness. Nausea, fevers, soreness, dizziness... The list goes on. It's quite extreme to a normal human body." Had even pressed his little brother into sleeping extensively to handle it. "But isn't contagious at all, it seems. So there's a cause other than a virus."
More and more patients were starting to filter into the hallway now (just like every other night), but Byrne paid them little to no attention as he slowly continued onward, keeping one hand pressed against his stomach. He had to admit, though, the increase in traffic was welcoming. The people around him were kind of like living alarms; if there were no screams or loud, quick footsteps to be heard, then he was pretty confident that there were no monsters close by. Such was the case right now, fortunately.
Of course, he was trying to remain aware of his surroundings anyway, living alarms or not. He didn't need to be running around blindly like he had done just a minute ago. Dying was maybe sort of something he wanted to avoid. (A much nicer way to put it than any way Badd would have said it, for sure. Oh man, he could practically hear the detective's harsh words now...)
Yet despite feeling relatively safe and keeping his ears and eyes open for any trouble, the prosecutor was completely unaware of the fact that he was being followed.
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Byrne moved quickly, focusing on nothing except the darkness in front of him and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest (and how much his abdomen was hurting, too; kind of hard to ignore that). By the time full awareness caught up with his body, he was already entering the first main hallway. The realization that he'd just plowed through potentially dangerous areas without caring too much about what was in them was enough to stop him short and make him reevaluate his life choices here.
Because really. Idiot. Way to act like a prisoner in some madman's torture house, running around like nothing mattered in a place where death was a real threat that could happen to anyone at any time! As if the monsters here didn't exist! Badd would have a conniption if he saw his friend like this, seriousl...
... Badd...
No. Relax. Byrne was a grown man. He could take care of himself by himself. He'd just have to be extra careful now that he didn't have Mother Hen in a Trenchcoat watching his back. It's okay. He could do this. Just keep going - and this time, PAY ATTENTION.
After a minute's hesitation, Byrne slowly but surely proceeded further down the hall. The cramping was starting to become a little too much for him, though, proven by how one hand subconsciously moved to his stomach. As if it would make the pain stop. Yeah, right.
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She had quick eyes of her own, and before Albedo could say any more she fell into step with him, having noticed the tense body language of the figure passing by long before he moved close enough to see what was actually amiss. Rashes, right? The experiment victims were showing rashes? It was a little hard to spot such a thing in the dark, but Yomi hadn't gone through her training for nothing. She and Albedo were likely picking up on the same signals.
Yomi supposed her answer to Albedo's invitation was clear enough when she stared after the man in turn. There were worse ways to spend her time and one could hardly find a more willing partner in crime than a Category A. Looking back to Albedo, she waited for his opening move.
"How many symptoms are the sick ones showing now?" she asked. Confirmation was integral, as always. "I haven't been paying as close attention as some people."
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From the coliseum? Or something else? He had no answers, and so he brushed it off. There was things to speak of, perhaps, at something like a later date, but for now he would take in her companionship in this.
She spoke a question, and he quietly gave a reply. Because he knew the answer quite well from Nigredo's condition. "As many as could be in any major illness. Nausea, fevers, soreness, dizziness... The list goes on. It's quite extreme to a normal human body." Had even pressed his little brother into sleeping extensively to handle it. "But isn't contagious at all, it seems. So there's a cause other than a virus."
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Of course, he was trying to remain aware of his surroundings anyway, living alarms or not. He didn't need to be running around blindly like he had done just a minute ago. Dying was maybe sort of something he wanted to avoid. (A much nicer way to put it than any way Badd would have said it, for sure. Oh man, he could practically hear the detective's harsh words now...)
Yet despite feeling relatively safe and keeping his ears and eyes open for any trouble, the prosecutor was completely unaware of the fact that he was being followed.
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