The day had been a series of disappointments and frustrations that was very nearly worse than what Badou was capable of inflicting on them in a single mission. While he kept expecting doctors to come flouncing in to check on their experiments or to be sent to some life-threatening trial or another, nothing happened. Nothing but standing for so long he felt like punching someone- the guard was first on the list if it came to that- and watching people eat mushy pink slop.
He trudged into the sunny open room, once again not certain he trusted the light that filtered in through the windows to be true sunlight or something artificial. Either way, he skirted the room, glancing for any sign of Badou or the others. It wasn't long before his gaze fell on the blonde girl, toying with a cat on the other side of the room. The cut of her hair, he could swear it was familiar, impossible as it seemed. Static cut through his brain, but he refused to acknowledge it; refused to give this apparition her name.
All the same, he couldn't stop watching. The way she moved, the way she jumped away and landed with such trained and easy grace-
He took a few steps forward, not satisfied until he confirmed it with his own eyes, even if the laughter mocked him with each clack of his boot on tile. It was insane to even consider it, he knew that perfectly well, but nothing would persuade him otherwise.
Heine neared the couch, but once he caught sight of her face, he took a few shaky steps back. Even her face-
"What the hell is your game?" he growled under his breath at the laughter that only he could hear. No answer. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? He had to be dreaming. It made sense if he was dreaming. Though he only ever dreamed about one thing. One person.
He was already in an asylum, he reasoned, a half-there smirk forming while his fevered mind tried to understand what it was seeing. Maybe he really was crazy. Maybe he'd lost it. Maybe he was somewhere else entirely while that black dog was wreaking havoc.
"Lily?" the words finally came out before he could stop them. If the girl didn't look up, he was just having some kind of delusion, some psychotic episode or something. But if she did? What then? Do you think it matters? You can't change the past. She'll despise you, hate you for that and even if she doesn't, you won't be able to stop hating yourself, Master. Pathetic...
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He trudged into the sunny open room, once again not certain he trusted the light that filtered in through the windows to be true sunlight or something artificial. Either way, he skirted the room, glancing for any sign of Badou or the others. It wasn't long before his gaze fell on the blonde girl, toying with a cat on the other side of the room. The cut of her hair, he could swear it was familiar, impossible as it seemed. Static cut through his brain, but he refused to acknowledge it; refused to give this apparition her name.
All the same, he couldn't stop watching. The way she moved, the way she jumped away and landed with such trained and easy grace-
He took a few steps forward, not satisfied until he confirmed it with his own eyes, even if the laughter mocked him with each clack of his boot on tile. It was insane to even consider it, he knew that perfectly well, but nothing would persuade him otherwise.
Heine neared the couch, but once he caught sight of her face, he took a few shaky steps back. Even her face-
"What the hell is your game?" he growled under his breath at the laughter that only he could hear. No answer. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? He had to be dreaming. It made sense if he was dreaming. Though he only ever dreamed about one thing. One person.
He was already in an asylum, he reasoned, a half-there smirk forming while his fevered mind tried to understand what it was seeing. Maybe he really was crazy. Maybe he'd lost it. Maybe he was somewhere else entirely while that black dog was wreaking havoc.
"Lily?" the words finally came out before he could stop them. If the girl didn't look up, he was just having some kind of delusion, some psychotic episode or something. But if she did? What then? Do you think it matters? You can't change the past. She'll despise you, hate you for that and even if she doesn't, you won't be able to stop hating yourself, Master. Pathetic...