Night 67: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[freewill]

[From here.]

They'd already neared the Sun Room and the door that led to the building's exit, but Castiel wasn't aiming for either one tonight. It was still quiet on this side of the building, which seemed strange to him. He was using crutches, after all... He would have expected that plenty of other patients would have beaten him and Lust to this point.

It didn't matter. If their path wasn't littered with obstacles, that would make it easier to reach the greenhouse. As for Lust's question...

"There is one person I know who I believe is still ill," he explained. "Her name is Aigis. She used to be an android, though she's been made human here." Just like him, and perhaps just like Lust. Though she was a created human, so he had no idea if she could ever be the real thing. Did she even have a soul? There was no way he would be able to feel for it in this place; he didn't have that kind of power at the moment.

"We have a few things in common, but she hasn't been taking her illness very seriously." Which frustrated him, especially since she had struck him as the goal-oriented type. Did she really have that little concern for her own well-being?

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[a_sin_for_him]

Lust, too, was a bit put off by the lack of activity. She had assumed that dozens would be heading to the outsides. Her entire plans for the night had revolved around that - luckily she'd run into Castiel immediately. If she hadn't...

Well, what-ifs hardly mattered. And surely there was some reason for it - perhaps other routes had been taken. There was no sign of mass struggles or great carnage...

"Some aren't," Lust agreed, her expression tight. Better to focus on the conversation than varying reasons they were mostly on their own in this part of the institute. "Taking it seriously, I mean. Or as seriously as they should. Android...I've heard that word before..."

Androids were something like what she was, weren't they? Only made with hard sciences, not the esoteric sorts. How many ways would man come up with to try and replicate itself?

[freewill]

Castiel couldn't understand how someone could be told in no uncertain terms that they would eventually turn into a monster and attack other people, and not immediately want to do something about it. He was guilty of putting certain people before himself, yes, but when he could become a danger that changed things.

He pushed forward on the crutches and ignored the way that his stomach pulled and seized from the effort. So long as he didn't tear anything open, he would be fine.

"An android is... essentially, a robot meant to imitate a human, with its own thoughts and feelings. Or that's the idea, at least." Once again, Castiel didn't know if Aigis truly had a soul, or if the things that made her who she was could be attributed to data and coding. That wasn't an area he knew much about to begin with.

It would be interesting for Lust and Aigis to talk, when they were in such similar positions, but Castiel kept that thought to himself as they reached the next section of the hallway.

[To here.]