He hadn't expected to spend the shower shift speaking with Lingormr, but Barnaby supposed it was a matter of time before the man approached them, especially if it was true that he'd been brainwashed by the institute. At this point, no one had come forward to contradict the Special Counseling story, so for now he was forced to accept it. While that should have made things simpler, he hated the thought that he or Kotetsu could wind up losing control of themselves. When he considered that their captors might have that kind of power over them, Barnaby's stomach felt sick.
Then again, maybe that was due to the strange symptoms he'd been experiencing for a few days now. Barnaby was getting tired of it. Actually, he was tired in general. Nothing could have prepared him for a place like this -- or for the horrible events leading up to his capture, for that matter.
But he did his best to keep his composure as he browsed through the bulletin notes. In fact, he even managed to leave a note for Anise. It was clear the girl was a veteran when it came to dealing with the Institute. Barnaby had no intention of squandering the opportunity to learn more about what they were up against, which meant taking the time to maintain some form of contact while trapped here. Years of networking in the Hero business taught him the importance of that.
Eventually, he allowed the nurse to wheel him out to the Courtyard. She seemed to believe the fresh air would do him good, although she made absolutely certain his hair was dried, and she even went as far as to grab a coat for him and placed it over his shoulders. Barnaby endured the humiliation with a polite smile, and his expression didn't falter as she positioned him next to the pond that spanned across a good portion of the area.
Thankfully, she didn't try to force him into talking with anyone, leaving him on his own while she supervised from afar. Barnaby's first instinct was to study the surrounding walls, search for weaknesses, and consider what it would take to climb over them with limited NEXT powers. However, he paused when he took note of nearby man kneeling by the pond, as though he expected to find something underneath the water's surface. Had he seen something unusual there?
Somewhat intrigued, Barnaby decided to observe him for a moment. He didn't appear familiar at all. While it was possible they hadn't seen each other in passing, Barnaby made an effort to commit people's faces to memory. Even so, he wasn't about to start up any idle conversation, so for now he was satisfied with trying to see what he'd found, if anything at all.
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Then again, maybe that was due to the strange symptoms he'd been experiencing for a few days now. Barnaby was getting tired of it. Actually, he was tired in general. Nothing could have prepared him for a place like this -- or for the horrible events leading up to his capture, for that matter.
But he did his best to keep his composure as he browsed through the bulletin notes. In fact, he even managed to leave a note for Anise. It was clear the girl was a veteran when it came to dealing with the Institute. Barnaby had no intention of squandering the opportunity to learn more about what they were up against, which meant taking the time to maintain some form of contact while trapped here. Years of networking in the Hero business taught him the importance of that.
Eventually, he allowed the nurse to wheel him out to the Courtyard. She seemed to believe the fresh air would do him good, although she made absolutely certain his hair was dried, and she even went as far as to grab a coat for him and placed it over his shoulders. Barnaby endured the humiliation with a polite smile, and his expression didn't falter as she positioned him next to the pond that spanned across a good portion of the area.
Thankfully, she didn't try to force him into talking with anyone, leaving him on his own while she supervised from afar. Barnaby's first instinct was to study the surrounding walls, search for weaknesses, and consider what it would take to climb over them with limited NEXT powers. However, he paused when he took note of nearby man kneeling by the pond, as though he expected to find something underneath the water's surface. Had he seen something unusual there?
Somewhat intrigued, Barnaby decided to observe him for a moment. He didn't appear familiar at all. While it was possible they hadn't seen each other in passing, Barnaby made an effort to commit people's faces to memory. Even so, he wasn't about to start up any idle conversation, so for now he was satisfied with trying to see what he'd found, if anything at all.