That morning, Tsubaki woke up to an acute sense of disappointment. Night had passed way too quickly! She scrubbed her eyes blearily, half-hoping Sora was still nearby so she could… well, she didn’t know. Talk to him. Watch over him in case his symptoms really were connected to the Head Doctor’s scheme. Keeping an eye on him wasn’t out of fear of him, per se… more like fear for him. And he had to be scared, too, right? Who wouldn’t be?
Landel trying to take away people’s identities--people like Sora--and turn them into creatures that would hurt others was just horrible. It was too much like kishin.
Please, please don’t let Sora be one of them!
But as strong as Landel was, they had to have hope. Even if his plans to make monsters succeeded, it wouldn’t last forever. Or at least that’s what she told herself as she went about getting ready for the field trip with her nurse’s assistance.
It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and head out to the buses. She was eager to check in with everyone; once they got to Doyleton the prisoners would be scattered all over the place, making finding people extra hard. Thankfully, Rapunzel was someone she didn’t have to worry about too much. The other girl had seemed no worse for wear that morning…
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Landel trying to take away people’s identities--people like Sora--and turn them into creatures that would hurt others was just horrible. It was too much like kishin.
Please, please don’t let Sora be one of them!
But as strong as Landel was, they had to have hope. Even if his plans to make monsters succeeded, it wouldn’t last forever. Or at least that’s what she told herself as she went about getting ready for the field trip with her nurse’s assistance.
It didn’t take long for her to get dressed and head out to the buses. She was eager to check in with everyone; once they got to Doyleton the prisoners would be scattered all over the place, making finding people extra hard. Thankfully, Rapunzel was someone she didn’t have to worry about too much. The other girl had seemed no worse for wear that morning…