All things considered, the day had actually been pretty pleasant for Battler. Things had been simple and easy-going. Given the circumstances, it was less a good day and more some feeble kind of comfort painted over the underlying tension of the place, but it was exactly because the situation was so screwed up that it was important to hold onto little things. .... Everyone needed a break now and then, right? When things got tough, there was a difference between holding out and wearing yourself thin.
Which was why, by the end of the day, he'd nearly forgotten about the prospect of visitors. ... It was definitely a weird thing to be happening. He was certain from the start that visitors were the reason things had shifted, but.... Why were they going out of their way to do something like this? There had to be something that made this worth the effort to them. After all, with the things they themselves had been saying, there was no way a gesture like this could be taken at face value. Of course, from there, his thoughts had never really progressed much. It was true, this may have been a huge hint as to what was going on, but even so. .... He hadn't really considered that it would end up being him in this room. Because of that, it was kind of easy to simply push aside.
Now that he was here, however, Battler felt ... uncomfortable. What was this for? What did it mean? Who the hell would be visiting him, anyway...? He kept asking himself that, but he knew he wouldn't know any of the answers until he saw for himself. Still... It was hard not keep asking them anyway. It was only natural he'd be kind of tense at the idea that the guys running this place might have something up their sleeves, even if it was true that all his perceptions of them were pure conjecture on his part.
After entering the room, his uneasiness didn't clear up a bit. There was nobody here yet, only a couple of the other patients, and both seemed to be in similar spirits. Was that because they knew what was coming, or were they in the same situation of not knowing as he was...? In the end, he didn't bother asking. After all, what was the point? ... He was about to find out firsthand.
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Which was why, by the end of the day, he'd nearly forgotten about the prospect of visitors. ... It was definitely a weird thing to be happening. He was certain from the start that visitors were the reason things had shifted, but.... Why were they going out of their way to do something like this? There had to be something that made this worth the effort to them. After all, with the things they themselves had been saying, there was no way a gesture like this could be taken at face value. Of course, from there, his thoughts had never really progressed much. It was true, this may have been a huge hint as to what was going on, but even so. .... He hadn't really considered that it would end up being him in this room. Because of that, it was kind of easy to simply push aside.
Now that he was here, however, Battler felt ... uncomfortable. What was this for? What did it mean? Who the hell would be visiting him, anyway...? He kept asking himself that, but he knew he wouldn't know any of the answers until he saw for himself. Still... It was hard not keep asking them anyway. It was only natural he'd be kind of tense at the idea that the guys running this place might have something up their sleeves, even if it was true that all his perceptions of them were pure conjecture on his part.
After entering the room, his uneasiness didn't clear up a bit. There was nobody here yet, only a couple of the other patients, and both seemed to be in similar spirits. Was that because they knew what was coming, or were they in the same situation of not knowing as he was...? In the end, he didn't bother asking. After all, what was the point? ... He was about to find out firsthand.