Day 65: Sun Room

[fallenbeanpole]

His nurse had whisked him away from breakfast as soon as the intercom’s voice faded.  Surprisingly, she didn’t take him to the shower rooms, instead bringing him to the Sun Room (as she called it), explaining that since this was his first day he would be allowed to skip the showers.  Besides, it would be good to let his injuries heal a little more.

 

He’d passed through this room on the way to breakfast, but hadn’t really paid much attention to it the first time.  Now that he was standing here, the Once-ler understood why it was called the Sun Room.

 

Despite the fact that it was cloudy outside, there was still far more natural light coming in through the ceiling windows than he had seen in a long time.  The Once-ler stood still for a few moments, simply staring up.  It seemed almost like a dream, really.  The valley never got brighter than twilight, even at noon.  There was too much smog in the air to let any more light through.

 

After a few minutes, he shook his head.  Anybody who saw him just standing in the middle of the room would probably have questions about it, and he did not relish the thought of explaining himself to a stranger.  He glanced around the room itself, spotting the bulletin board Soma had talked about during breakfast.  The Once-ler decided that was a good place to start, and hobbled on over to get a closer look.

 

[For Nina, I believe?]

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[avengingfists]

Ilia's brows knit together. She could empathize with worrying about the people they left back home. She certainly wondered how the others in her party were doing trying to tackle Asmodeus without her to back them up. Seishin's problem seemed more medical in nature by the way he described it.

"It's understandable to worry." No shame in that. She did scowl a bit at the mention of visitors, though.

"I've never had one, but I can't imagine that would be pleasant." Ilia bit her lip, thinking about the letter she had recieved from Elaine's counterpart to Ilia's Millie. Fake relationships and fake lives, though the tone of the letter had been unmistakable. "You can't let what they say fool you, though. It's all part of Landel's imaginary plot here."

[unpriest]

"I know that..." Seishin answered quietly. He knew as much, he knew that the head doctor enjoyed toying with the rats running around in his maze. Yet, there was more to it than just that.

If Toshio would casually visit him like this, what did it mean for Sunako? Was she...dead? Either of them would have been killed upon sight. It hardly explained why only he had turned up here, and if Sunako had been left behind...

"But the identity of the man who visited me was unmistakable," he continued, still frowning at the carpet. "It's...complicated, I guess."

[avengingfists]

"So, he was a lot like the person you know from home? Are you sure it had to have been the same person?"

Ilia leaned closer to Seishin, almost putting her arm around his shoulder but refraining. He looked rather small on the couch, though he was a small man to begin with. She leveled his gaze on him, even if he didn't glance her way.

"Listen. Landel is a master at illusions and mind games. You can't let what he says distract you too much, okay, Seishin?" She shook her head. "I know that's easier said than done, but try not to let it affect you while you're here. Once we get out... we can worry about other problems." Like getting home. And finding loved ones.

[unpriest]

"He was too alike to be anyone else." Toshio... They had been childhood friends until not too long ago. Though their feelings had began to bypass one another, Seishin knew him quite well. The man from yesterday had not demanded an explanation for his actions as Seishin would have expected him to, yet it was impossible to see him as anyone else.

But Silvestri-san was right, however. In the short time Seishin had been here, he had come to know what the head doctor was like. The circumstances surrounded the issue bothered him, but he couldn't be certain about anything. Not as long as he was here.

Sunako had needed him. Seishin had gone to her side to die, but for her sake he had decided to temporarily live on. Like anything else, the former priest could not know what had happened to her. Until he acquired as much certainty, he should keep trying for her sake. Sunako, who was abandoned by God and who had but a lonely and barren wasteland ahead of her, deserved at least as much.

"You're... right," he said eventually, glancing back at Silvestri-san. "I won't know what has happened as long as I'm here, I guess."

He offered the woman a small smile. "Thank you, Silvestri-san."

[avengingfists]

Seishin was still pretty sure about the guy, but at least he seemed to understand that little could be done for the time being. Ilia relaxed, giving Seishin and bracing squeeze on his forearm.

"We'll get out of here, and you'll be able to find your friend and get to the bottom of the situation. I'll help out however I can." He had to know he wasn't alone in this. They weren't exactly close, but Ilia wasn't the type to leave someone in need hanging.