The Once-ler cracked an eye open when he heard Soma’s name called once again. Two boys had come in from another room, and the younger of the two immediately ran to Soma’s side. The Once-ler noticed immediately that he wasn’t wearing the gray shirt and pants that seemed to be some kind of uniform, instead having a very unique outfit on. Just like Lingormr, actually.
“Please tell me you’re not another brainwashed friend here to stab and taunt us,” the Once-ler said. There was no edge to his voice despite the implications of the words. “I’ve fulfilled my quota for the day. Actually, make that for the rest of my life.”
He turned his focus to the other boy, who was slicing up his shirt into strips. The kid was surprisingly calm, considering the situation, almost as if this was nothing new to him. Calm and focused. That was kind of disturbing, actually. He looked barely old enough to be out of high school, let alone having experienced a situation similar to this before. Soma’s probably not much older, he realized suddenly. It had never crossed his mind that she might not even be twenty. And that other boy next her is even younger. Should he even be in the same asylum (however questionable its legitimacy might be) as adults?
The Once-ler’s thoughts were interrupted when the older boy addressed him. “There’s a group back by the entrance to the hall that’s fighting Li, er, Lingro…” the man’s name was surprisingly difficult to pronounce, “the guy with the horns. We only managed to get here because he got distracted by them.” Well, not completely distracted, but it had stopped him from attacking the pair. “Not much we could do like this.” He held his hands out, gesturing at himself and the three separate cuts he’d received.
“So,” he continued, then blinked. “Hold on, how’d you two get here without getting hurt at all?” Lingormr had been really determined to keep sticking Soma and the Once-ler with metal objects unless they gave up.
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“Please tell me you’re not another brainwashed friend here to stab and taunt us,” the Once-ler said. There was no edge to his voice despite the implications of the words. “I’ve fulfilled my quota for the day. Actually, make that for the rest of my life.”
He turned his focus to the other boy, who was slicing up his shirt into strips. The kid was surprisingly calm, considering the situation, almost as if this was nothing new to him. Calm and focused. That was kind of disturbing, actually. He looked barely old enough to be out of high school, let alone having experienced a situation similar to this before.
Soma’s probably not much older, he realized suddenly. It had never crossed his mind that she might not even be twenty. And that other boy next her is even younger. Should he even be in the same asylum (however questionable its legitimacy might be) as adults?
The Once-ler’s thoughts were interrupted when the older boy addressed him. “There’s a group back by the entrance to the hall that’s fighting Li, er, Lingro…” the man’s name was surprisingly difficult to pronounce, “the guy with the horns. We only managed to get here because he got distracted by them.” Well, not completely distracted, but it had stopped him from attacking the pair. “Not much we could do like this.” He held his hands out, gesturing at himself and the three separate cuts he’d received.
“So,” he continued, then blinked. “Hold on, how’d you two get here without getting hurt at all?” Lingormr had been really determined to keep sticking Soma and the Once-ler with metal objects unless they gave up.