NIGHTSHIFT 62: WEST WING, North HALL 1-A

[complicatedliar]

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Loki kept his pace purposeful as he entered the hallway, retracing steps he'd taken each of the nights before with confidence. Now he was more willing to not bother pausing, trusting his keen hearing to pick up any potential problems.

He remembered the way to the medical wing precisely, and the process would be much faster without having to play dumb for the benefit of mortals.

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[firewhichrefines]

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Not that Sasuke was lacking in purpose, per se. His own allies had dwindled over time, vanishing or fading away into sleep and silence. Sakura herself had mentioned an increasing loss of time: how long would she last? Would she disappear like the others, or was she being kept asleep like Sasuke had been, hours and days at a time until the passage of it blurred into something indistinct, too hazy to track?

The senses Sasuke had left were still functioning, as clear as those of a shinobi trained from birth (and trained by terror in rebirth) should be. Around him there were footsteps, muted and steady enough that he could still be reasonably confident there was still time left.

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