As it turned out, this stranger didn't seem that concerned about the illness after all. Sora figured that was better than if he'd tried to avoid him or something, but on the other hand...
It quickly became clear that this man was brand new to this place, and Sora had to hold back a sigh at that realization. It wasn't that he didn't want to help -- of course he did! But with how he was feeling, he wasn't sure he had the energy to answer the laundry list of questions that the man must have built up by now.
Even though that thought ran through his head, though, he knew that in the end he could never turn away someone who needed help. And if there was anyone who knew this place in and out, it was him, so in a way it was his duty to explain.
"That's how it happens to everyone," he said, wanting to make the man feel better about that first and foremost. Sora figured that the most important thing when first arriving here was understanding that you weren't alone in your situation. "I know the nurses are making it sound like you hallucinated all that stuff you remember about your life, but it's just one big sham. They're keeping us here against our will, to experiment on us and make us fight, and... well, getting home isn't so easy." He was a testament to that.
Sora felt his nausea grow and twist in his stomach when he realized that if things really got bad with this illness, he might never make it home. But that sort of result had never been an option. Still, Renji and Daemon had fallen prey to something, and while he knew that death wasn't always permanent here, it was hard to shake the feeling of dread he'd experienced when he'd seen those two mangled corpses.
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It quickly became clear that this man was brand new to this place, and Sora had to hold back a sigh at that realization. It wasn't that he didn't want to help -- of course he did! But with how he was feeling, he wasn't sure he had the energy to answer the laundry list of questions that the man must have built up by now.
Even though that thought ran through his head, though, he knew that in the end he could never turn away someone who needed help. And if there was anyone who knew this place in and out, it was him, so in a way it was his duty to explain.
"That's how it happens to everyone," he said, wanting to make the man feel better about that first and foremost. Sora figured that the most important thing when first arriving here was understanding that you weren't alone in your situation. "I know the nurses are making it sound like you hallucinated all that stuff you remember about your life, but it's just one big sham. They're keeping us here against our will, to experiment on us and make us fight, and... well, getting home isn't so easy." He was a testament to that.
Sora felt his nausea grow and twist in his stomach when he realized that if things really got bad with this illness, he might never make it home. But that sort of result had never been an option. Still, Renji and Daemon had fallen prey to something, and while he knew that death wasn't always permanent here, it was hard to shake the feeling of dread he'd experienced when he'd seen those two mangled corpses.