ext_220239 ([identity profile] forgot-it-all.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2011-11-02 01:24 pm (UTC)

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1189605.html?thread=81009125#t81009125)]

Things...were different tonight. He couldn't place his finger on it right away, but as soon as he entered this hall, he knew. People were fighting all over the Institute and it seemed a bit like chaos - only the people were winning for once. While he was happy that so few were getting injured, the sight of so many dead monsters turned his stomach. The patients here were no better than the creatures they slaughtered, he supposed. For survival, people dirtied their hands.

For survival, people killed.

And yet, the patients seemed to be enjoying it in a way. Like they thought killing the monsters was a way to get back at their captors. Ritsuka frowned as he edged around the remains of the dead and dying, wanting to avert his eyes and yet forcing himself to see. This was how people were. He had to remember that. He had to remember. ...He had to remember.

With that thought running through his mind, he kept running.

[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1189937.html?thread=81009457#t81009457)]

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