Nightshift 62: F-A Block Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

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Taura was passing the door to the bathrooms when a thought occurred to her. Could that have been what Okita had been worried about? Did he know something had started? He hadn't looked especially well, come to think of it, but he'd never looked terribly energetic, except in the middle of a fight.

But if he'd known this was coming, why hadn't he said anything? He didn't have to use his own handwriting -- if he'd wanted to, he could have let them all know that something was coming without tipping his hand.

Or it could be something else. Politics. Loyalties. She hadn't expected him not to have any, but she wished he'd been willing to explain. Did he think she'd be disappointed? Maybe she would have, a little, but she would have listened to what he had to say. Did he -- no, he didn't think her unworthy of trust, but perhaps he hadn't been able to turn that same regard to himself? Or maybe it's just embarrassing, Taura.

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[diamondstorm]

The girl began to speak instantly, an attentiveness to detail without a delay of decorum that Renamon appreciated. She nodded her head toward the hall door, and started to speak as they moved. "It's possible," Renamon replied cautiously. "I haven't seen anything of the symptoms he touched on, but I don't interact with the whole populace by any means. In this place, it's quite possible, and what's more, it could be worse."

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