'All soldiers,' hmm? That was interesting. So they were openly referring to them all as soldiers now. Yes, it had been obvious that was how they were all being treated, but Klavier hadn't wanted to think that was the literal role expected of them. This was ridiculous. ...If it was true, anyhow. He actually had his suspicions that the term "soldier" was no more accurate than the word "patient" had been previously. If they wanted to cultivate soldiers, they would be spending all day running through drills or some such, wouldn't they? No, there was something more going on. Something in which it benefited the those in charge to lead everyone into believing they wanted them to behave as soldiers. ...But what could that be?
His conversation in the showers hadn't been horrible, but it had made him want to stop and think about this whole situation from the very beginning. The shift in power, the experiments, the memory loss... They were all pieces to a bigger picture, one none of them could ever imagine simply by looking at only one or two details. Yes, he needed to reconsider everything all over again. Right from square one.
But that wasn't how he was going to be spending his lunch. He'd do that afterward. Right now, he had his own little selfish priorities, and one of which was speaking with... a friend. Admittedly, Klavier had initially just thought of him as a kid who'd had the unfortunate luck of being thrown in here, who was pleasant to talk to, and who Klavier should keep an eye out for. But -- call him strange if you want -- he really did consider the child a friend. Which was why he'd been so offended by the way that one referred to him and treated him at times. ...
In any case, after wordlessly taking his tray of the military's finest slop, he turned back toward the tables. Rather than scanning the room for an available seat, however, he was looking for that familiar head of black hair.
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His conversation in the showers hadn't been horrible, but it had made him want to stop and think about this whole situation from the very beginning. The shift in power, the experiments, the memory loss... They were all pieces to a bigger picture, one none of them could ever imagine simply by looking at only one or two details. Yes, he needed to reconsider everything all over again. Right from square one.
But that wasn't how he was going to be spending his lunch. He'd do that afterward. Right now, he had his own little selfish priorities, and one of which was speaking with... a friend. Admittedly, Klavier had initially just thought of him as a kid who'd had the unfortunate luck of being thrown in here, who was pleasant to talk to, and who Klavier should keep an eye out for. But -- call him strange if you want -- he really did consider the child a friend. Which was why he'd been so offended by the way that one referred to him and treated him at times. ...
In any case, after wordlessly taking his tray of the military's finest slop, he turned back toward the tables. Rather than scanning the room for an available seat, however, he was looking for that familiar head of black hair.
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