Ilia could tell from Gamzee's posture that something was amiss. Usually he seemed to be completely dazed, but this time he at least had the decency to look somewhat... unsettled. Whether that was the product of guilt or simply confusion was yet to be made known.
Ilia crossed her arms in front of her chest and gazed at Gamzee with suspicion. From his behavior last night, she really had to wonder who the real Gamzee was underneath that calm exterior. He had even looked inhuman during that battle, and a lot faster and stronger than he had even seemed that night she had been at full-strength. "So... Gamzee..."
She took another deep breath, then glanced around. Their nurses weren't very far off, and the orderlies were always within sprinting distance. Maybe they should take this somewhere a little more secluded. "Come here."
She walked to a set of armchairs and indicated he take a seat in the one opposite her. She sat herself in the other, placing her elbows on her knees and propping her chin on her clenched hands. Maybe if she kept them together, she wouldn't end up throttling the boy for his actions against Rose. It was difficult trying to remain neutral, but Ilia had great self-control when she wanted it.
"So. You don't remember what happened last night." She had to take another breath. Such an irritatingly convenient out. "What do you remember, then? Do you remember the coliseum at all? Or the Head Doctor? Anything at all?"
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Ilia crossed her arms in front of her chest and gazed at Gamzee with suspicion. From his behavior last night, she really had to wonder who the real Gamzee was underneath that calm exterior. He had even looked inhuman during that battle, and a lot faster and stronger than he had even seemed that night she had been at full-strength. "So... Gamzee..."
She took another deep breath, then glanced around. Their nurses weren't very far off, and the orderlies were always within sprinting distance. Maybe they should take this somewhere a little more secluded. "Come here."
She walked to a set of armchairs and indicated he take a seat in the one opposite her. She sat herself in the other, placing her elbows on her knees and propping her chin on her clenched hands. Maybe if she kept them together, she wouldn't end up throttling the boy for his actions against Rose. It was difficult trying to remain neutral, but Ilia had great self-control when she wanted it.
"So. You don't remember what happened last night." She had to take another breath. Such an irritatingly convenient out. "What do you remember, then? Do you remember the coliseum at all? Or the Head Doctor? Anything at all?"