Zero was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize his nurse had entered the room until she spoke up; even then, he didn't bother to look at her.
But that didn't mean her words failed to catch his attention.
That cheery voice, as grating as Landel's...the way she greeted him and asked if something were wrong, so sweetly and innocently - as if she were mocking him! As if she knew!
(Maybe she did. Maybe they all did. Maybe they knew it would happen beforehand, too. Hell, maybe some of them had helped turn him into Landel's guard dog. How was he supposed to know? As far as he was concerned, as employees of that man, they were all guilty in some way. Even the woman standing before him, who pretended to care so much about him, had no excuse. None.)
Zero stood up slowly, his tightened fists falling to his sides. Any other day, he would have muttered something rude to her and left it at that. Or else, passive-aggressively remained silent and glaring, hoping she would take the hint and leave him alone.
Today was not any other day.
Today? He'd had enough. He was sick and tired of this. He was sick and tired of being treated like a child, being mocked by Landel every hour of every day, being too powerless to help himself and being knocked back fifty steps every time he took two forward.
...Hmph. Maybe it wouldn't get him anywhere, and maybe he was about to foolishly target someone who was innocent for the most part, but at least he wouldn't be able to say he'd never tried to put up a fight.
There was no hesitation when the once-Reploid finally snapped, turning to his nurse with as much speed as his weakened body would allow and reaching for the woman's arms to grab and retrain her. No words as he did this, just a look of barely controlled fury on his face. The words would come, but in a moment.
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But that didn't mean her words failed to catch his attention.
That cheery voice, as grating as Landel's...the way she greeted him and asked if something were wrong, so sweetly and innocently - as if she were mocking him! As if she knew!
(Maybe she did. Maybe they all did. Maybe they knew it would happen beforehand, too. Hell, maybe some of them had helped turn him into Landel's guard dog. How was he supposed to know? As far as he was concerned, as employees of that man, they were all guilty in some way. Even the woman standing before him, who pretended to care so much about him, had no excuse. None.)
Zero stood up slowly, his tightened fists falling to his sides. Any other day, he would have muttered something rude to her and left it at that. Or else, passive-aggressively remained silent and glaring, hoping she would take the hint and leave him alone.
Today was not any other day.
Today? He'd had enough. He was sick and tired of this. He was sick and tired of being treated like a child, being mocked by Landel every hour of every day, being too powerless to help himself and being knocked back fifty steps every time he took two forward.
...Hmph. Maybe it wouldn't get him anywhere, and maybe he was about to foolishly target someone who was innocent for the most part, but at least he wouldn't be able to say he'd never tried to put up a fight.
There was no hesitation when the once-Reploid finally snapped, turning to his nurse with as much speed as his weakened body would allow and reaching for the woman's arms to grab and retrain her. No words as he did this, just a look of barely controlled fury on his face. The words would come, but in a moment.