damned_institute | Dayshift 62: Sun Room [Third Shift]

Last night had been a nightmare. That had to be what it was, but Ilia couldn't deny reality. In her anguish, Ilia had slept through the first half of the day plagued by nightmares. In her dreams she saw Rose's broken body all over again with Gamzee standing over her, his club raised to strike again. Somewhere, she could hear Martin Landel laughing.

Much like the battle last night, Ilia was overcome by her powerlessness. Was she really so useless? Why did it have to be the children who suffered pain and death? Why was she left alive here? She didn't wish for her own death, but if she could have given up her life to save Rose... But nothing could be done now

Ilia had failed to save an ally in need. If only her Captain could have been here, then just maybe his uncanny luck and drive might have saved them. He had a miraculous touch that could solve anything. Ilia now understood why she would never be on equal footing with him.

Miserably, Ilia roused herself at her nurse's insistence that she come eat. She didn't take a moment to brush her hair or wash her face. She just followed along as directed, trying to ignore the hallow feeling in her chest. Ilia wasn't hungry, but she took one of the bags offered to her and trudged to the bulletin. She addressed a few notes then added one herself. It wasn't the prettiest note, but Ilia couldn't produce the level of prose that Rose deserved. Instead, she wrote it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. Short. To the point.

Her task done, Ilia found seat in the corner and sunk down into the cushion. Burying her face in her hands, she concentrated on breathing. She couldn't face the sun today.

[For ~~her children~~ Claude and Anise]

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The missions...? Oh, right. Byrne remembered hearing about those over the board some time ago, when the military was still in control of the Institute. The 'errand running' that Skye said happened to her friend had been described on the board at the time, too. He couldn't remember what kind of 'errand' had been mentioned specifically, but that didn't matter so much, did it? Just knowing that Aguilar had been making patients do his dirty work for him was enough.

It wasn't hard to imagine Landel making the patients run 'errands' for him, too - nor was it hard to imagine Landel meeting those mission participants personally. "I wouldn't be surprised either, knowing how Landel is."

But that didn't mean the idea made perfect sense. Byrne crossed his arms and furrowed his brow in thought. "But what could Landel want the patients to do for him?" Did he still have a connection with Aguilar? Or what else could that madman be planning?

"I'm not sure it matters what they accomplish. More that he can make them do it, I expect." Because I could -- how many murderers had she heard say that. Or thieves -- It was there. The criminal mind wasn't that different from the normal one; it just lacked the restraints most people found in-built.

"I haven't gotten the impression Landel would have any qualms doing the things Aguilar asked for -- nor that Aguilar would." The General hadn't seemed quite as eager -- more that he valued expediency at the cost of compassion, but if that was true, a new question arose. "Or maybe he does need the help; Aguilar had quite the army, but he was the one who started the missions. Maybe it's just that we can leave here without ill affect."

Gladly. Joyfully. Except for the part where the missions had only been for a night, and had involved killing, with an incentive strong enough to get Ilia to agree.

Skye's initial reasoning made sense. A big part of Landel's excuse for most of his actions in this place seemed to be so he could assert his control over the patients; that could easily be a reason for the missions as well. (Plus, Byrne, too, had seen many criminals breaking laws while justifying their actions with 'just because', so it wasn't like he was going to ignore the possibility of that being a reason for this, too.) But Landel going through the trouble and risk of sending his patient 'stock' away from this place and possibly losing them? He had to have some kind of reason for it besides 'just because', right?

"That theory sounds more likely," Byrne said in response to Lana's consideration that Landel needing the help of the patients was also possible. Definitely seemed more plausible than 'just because' to him. "But--I know little here makes logical sense, but I can't help trying to make sense of this anyway. Why would Landel want to risk losing patients with his so-called errands when supposedly he and this world need us for their survival?"

That had Byrne seriously confused. If this place was intended to be some sort of 'last hope' after an almost-apocalypse struck this world, then for what reason would Landel have certain 'programs' around like the nightly torture sessions? Or why would he want monsters roaming around here? Unless Lydia had been lying?

...Wait. First off, did...Lana know about the whole 'possible reason for their being here' yet? Oh man. If she didn't know...

Annoyance shocked Lana's mind out of the fog of grief and illness, if only for a moment. Had everyone known about the (rumored) nature of this world except her? Had she been so busy trying to protect Ema that she'd missed the obvious lying in plain sight? It wouldn't have been the first time. And, if she was honest, there was little she wouldn't give to have it not be the last, either.

"Mmm. How much does it cost him to bring in new ones, though? Perhaps we could be both critical and expendable. Though what he needs half the complement of the Prosecutor's Office for is still to be seen." Having quite a few people who'd worked together before actually made a great deal of sense if one was putting together a new legal system, but if they were doing that, they could just have asked. All of them wanted to go home, but the idea of building an entire world's judicial system from the ground up? Tempting.

Especially since many of them had little or none of it left to go home to -- Prosecutor Faraday was going home to die, she was certain to be disbarred, Gant had likely been on Death Row, Badd had called himself an ex-Detective...quite a few of them could have used a fresh start, and the ones who didn't need it tended towards bright-eyed idealism and would probably help out of the goodness of their hearts. Meekins would probably have gone anywhere she asked him to, despite knowing her sins.

Lana brought up two good points, the first of which was debatable but not impossible. Admittedly, though, it was unsettling to imagine the people here being thought of as 'expendable' by Landel, even though such a thought wasn't difficult to imagine (because, well, it was Landel). It was probably so unsettling to Byrne because there were so many kids and young adults here. Kids who, unlike him, had so many years ahead of them, their lives just barely starting. But he wasn't about to bring that up out loud, in case Lana's sister Ema was indeed as young as he'd been assuming she was. Mentioning the younger patients here with words like 'expendable', even in order to condemn said words, would be a rather tactless thing to do right now.

So instead, Byrne would frown and nod his head, choosing to say nothing on that particular point. (At least it seemed like Lana knew about the theory of why they were all here - or at least, she wasn't surprised to hear it in general terms if she hadn't.) "See, it's little details like that that make me think there's something else behind all this madness," he said, shaking his head. "Some bigger plot we aren't aware of, rather than Landel just picking and choosing random people off the street to throw into his cruel torture games of his. Why did he bring so many people from the same office here? And why does he need lawyers and detectives to prevent an apocalypse, anyway? There has to be some--"

Unfortunately, the intercom came on to interrupt him before he had the chance to finish his thought. If the intercom was on now, that meant...oh, damn. Lunch didn't feel like it'd lasted very long at all. Byrne hadn't even eaten anything - not that he would have had he not been talking to Lana, his headache having killed any appetite he might have had. "Looks like we'll have to continue this some other time," the older prosecutor commented unhappily. He tried to give Lana a reassuring smile as he stood from his seat, preparing to leave for the next shift. "Well, try to stay strong, Ms. Skye. The trial's not over yet. I'm sure we'll figure this all out." One way or another.

Hopefully.

Faraday's thoughts echoed her own; it was both frustrating, as those thoughts comprised a list of questions without answers, and confirmation. Both of them were thinking rationally, despite their respective losses.

"Likewise, Mr. Faraday." He sounded more sure than she felt; was he really that optimistic, or was he just better at faking it that she was? She'd never tried faking happiness, or hope; those always rang false.

But the least she could do was try. She folded her lunchbag closed, realized she couldn't take it into the showers, and set it back down on the table. "If I find any more ...inconsistencies, I'll let you know."

Dayshift 62: Sun Room [Third Shift]

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