Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[knightspirit]

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The next hall was long, and didn't have many doors. The bigger doors toward the middle were shut, which seemed to suggest that nobody had passed through, but Kyousuke still made sure to keep on the alert for anything unwanted. So far, at least, they seemed to be completely alone.

"It should be past those doors, at the far end to the left," he informed as they walked. He was really beginning to dread this... He was convinced that the only thing they'd find in the morgue was a confirmation of what they already knew. Hope was fine, but it was difficult to hold out for something that seemed so impossible.

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[his_legacy]

Link nodded, still walking slightly ahead of Tsurugi. He was taking careful mental note of everything they passed- every door, every corner, every little detail. It was all important.

Even the smallest little thing, so easily overlooked, could be their ticket out of here.

Right now, though, the focus was on that tiny spark of hope he had for Sora's sake.

"No..." Link scowled upon discovering that the door to the northern end of the hall was locked. He smashed at the lock with all his strength- A sudden burst of brute frustration that it was just one more thing getting in his way. Just let him through.

He made quick work of the lock, continuing on in silence. It was strange, for such a small thing to bother him so.

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