Night 68: F1-F10 Hallway

[a_sin_for_him]

It was almost as though too much had happened in one day. Lust was exhausted when dinner came, and she hardly wanted to eat. But she had. She'd told Edward she would and she'd be damned if she'd break another promise, even something to small. And now it was night and she had to meet with Castiel.

It was some small good that would come of this. Someone would be saved. Lust changed into her dress and gathered her supplies, opting for slippers tonight. Her feet still hurt. Better to think of that than the hurting that was beyond the physical.

And tomorrow she would figure out what she would do. She needed some plan or goal, she couldn't just drift around with the vague ideal of 'escaping'. It would keep her mind occupied. Give her focus. Those were things she needed right now.

She carried her light and the flower, cradling it against her to keep it safe. As prepared as she could be, the homunculus headed out into the Institute for the night.

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[madeinthehrl]

Soma dressed quickly, wanting to waste as little time as possible. It was true her old uniform didn't offer any more protection than the Institute's clothing, and it wasn't any easier to move around in, but she couldn't deny there was something a little comforting about putting it on, all the same. It wasn't that she still considered herself part of the army, because she wasn't, but--

But that was too much thinking for this early on in the evening. Her gun went into the holster at her side, the teleport ring onto her finger--no doubt that would be useful tonight--and her radio into her pocket. She gave Leanne a wave, and then she headed out, breaking into a light jog as soon as she reached the hall.

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