Aigis felt sore, but she had been particularly lucky the last night to have escaped relatively unscathed. If not for those transformations. That awful image of that nurse bursting with scalpels, shredding until it became something entirely inhuman. Every time she closed her eyes she could see it happening again and again.

The bird terrors, despite their greater threat, had held lesser fear for Aigis. Even with Sechs' life thrown into the mixture. Just thinking about it made her question whether that was simply her confidence in his ability to survive was so great, or whether her selfish wish to continue to survive was greater.

A place of contemplation was what Aigis needed. Entering the chapel for only her second time since entering the institute, Aigis looked around for a place to rest. There were a few patients here, none that she felt she could share her inner workings with clearly without interrupting another conversation. Except Aidou was there, seated by himself. As usual. Feeling there would be no harm in it, Aigis trotted down to his pew and took a seat on the cushion beside him. She made no move to interrupt his rest. Just sat with her eyes on one of the stained glass windows.