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damned_institute2012-03-24 01:15 am
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-24 01:15 am
Night 62: M51-M60 Hallway
[M58]
...Had the day passed? He was not even aware of time's passing. If one was to be honest, he did not know if he had been sedated for the course of the day, or in some sort of catatonia. He registered motion, movement, but did not see fit for those things to be his own. The day passed. Continued to pass. And Albedo let himself slip away and thought nothing. Tried to think nothing.
It was perhaps the combination of sounds. The click of the door being unlocked registered as something valid to be aware of. That, and--
That man's voice had taken on a personal note now, something of recognition in the tones. He knew this person now. He knew the appearance to match the voice, the smirks to match the schemes. And he knew--
"'Father of lies', hm? You were very right to call him dramatic, boy."
There was a beat of nothingness, and then somewhere it registered. The man was speaking to him, and what Albedo had said. How trite. A reply of such means when--
Ah. A reply to what Albedo had said last night.
The boy's eyes widened, mind dulling to stillness, and he burrowed deeper under the covers, darkness taking his sight.
...Had the day passed? He was not even aware of time's passing. If one was to be honest, he did not know if he had been sedated for the course of the day, or in some sort of catatonia. He registered motion, movement, but did not see fit for those things to be his own. The day passed. Continued to pass. And Albedo let himself slip away and thought nothing. Tried to think nothing.
It was perhaps the combination of sounds. The click of the door being unlocked registered as something valid to be aware of. That, and--
That man's voice had taken on a personal note now, something of recognition in the tones. He knew this person now. He knew the appearance to match the voice, the smirks to match the schemes. And he knew--
"'Father of lies', hm? You were very right to call him dramatic, boy."
There was a beat of nothingness, and then somewhere it registered. The man was speaking to him, and what Albedo had said. How trite. A reply of such means when--
Ah. A reply to what Albedo had said last night.
The boy's eyes widened, mind dulling to stillness, and he burrowed deeper under the covers, darkness taking his sight.