Now that the tension in the atmosphere was starting to die down, Battler could feel himself slowly beginning to relax. It was hard to completely, when they were wandering around in a hospital with little to go on but the light their own flashlights, but even though he was a little on edge, he could still at least carry on a normal conversation.
"Something like that," he nodded, "though you can't really call something that was handed to you any kind of rebellion, can you? In fact, being given something like this at all is kind of insulting." He ran his fingers down the embroidery on the lapel, with the hand with a gold ring engraved with same insignia. His thoughts on it ran a bit deeper than that, but for the sake of keeping things light, he decided to keep those to himself unless asked.
"Well, at any rate, I don't plan on letting myself get hurt so easily, so there's no need to worry about that," he grinned. It was a naive statement and he knew it—it wasn't as simple as something not happening just because he willed it—but there was also something to said about confidence, wasn't there? ... Caution was good, but paranoia was only inviting a disaster.
He laughed faintly at the reaction to his name. It was definitely among the milder reactions he'd gotten to it, aside from the people who intentionally ignored it out of politeness, though to be honest, it was a little easier when someone actually said something about it. Even Battler was more than willing to make fun of it. "You're not the only one. It's pretty, um... 'unique.' I seriously question the judgment of the parent who named me this."
Ha paused for a moment when the exit was mentioned, mentally taking note of the heavy doors. They were totally useless to him—if it were as simple as just walking out, being here wouldn't even be an issue, and even that situation, it still wouldn't solve anything at all. Even if they could casually walk out and try to find their way home, that wouldn't solve the root of the problem or help anyone else. But it was good as reference point, and even if it was stupid to try now, there might be a point in the future where it came in handy.
Taking Klavier's suggestion, Battler made his way over to first room. It was locked like he said, but he could definitely see where he didn't have any problem getting in. .... The doorknob was weak and totally rusted over. You could tell at a glance that it would probably be broken, which made him frown slightly. Did they really keep anything important in a place like this? Wasn't that a little too easy....? ... Well, whatever. It seemed kind of dubious, but he could only assume the guy knew what he was doing. Since the flashlight he using seemed sturdy enough, he used it as though it were a hammer, slamming off the knob and pulling out the lock from the newfound hole in the door. After that, the door could be pulled open without any resistance.
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"Something like that," he nodded, "though you can't really call something that was handed to you any kind of rebellion, can you? In fact, being given something like this at all is kind of insulting." He ran his fingers down the embroidery on the lapel, with the hand with a gold ring engraved with same insignia. His thoughts on it ran a bit deeper than that, but for the sake of keeping things light, he decided to keep those to himself unless asked.
"Well, at any rate, I don't plan on letting myself get hurt so easily, so there's no need to worry about that," he grinned. It was a naive statement and he knew it—it wasn't as simple as something not happening just because he willed it—but there was also something to said about confidence, wasn't there? ... Caution was good, but paranoia was only inviting a disaster.
He laughed faintly at the reaction to his name. It was definitely among the milder reactions he'd gotten to it, aside from the people who intentionally ignored it out of politeness, though to be honest, it was a little easier when someone actually said something about it. Even Battler was more than willing to make fun of it. "You're not the only one. It's pretty, um... 'unique.' I seriously question the judgment of the parent who named me this."
Ha paused for a moment when the exit was mentioned, mentally taking note of the heavy doors. They were totally useless to him—if it were as simple as just walking out, being here wouldn't even be an issue, and even that situation, it still wouldn't solve anything at all. Even if they could casually walk out and try to find their way home, that wouldn't solve the root of the problem or help anyone else. But it was good as reference point, and even if it was stupid to try now, there might be a point in the future where it came in handy.
Taking Klavier's suggestion, Battler made his way over to first room. It was locked like he said, but he could definitely see where he didn't have any problem getting in. .... The doorknob was weak and totally rusted over. You could tell at a glance that it would probably be broken, which made him frown slightly. Did they really keep anything important in a place like this? Wasn't that a little too easy....? ... Well, whatever. It seemed kind of dubious, but he could only assume the guy knew what he was doing. Since the flashlight he using seemed sturdy enough, he used it as though it were a hammer, slamming off the knob and pulling out the lock from the newfound hole in the door. After that, the door could be pulled open without any resistance.
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