Another day gone, and little to show for it. Zero had more or less recovered from that drug by now, but it was one of the only good things to happen to him since yesterday. If he'd been wise and not attacked the staff, he wouldn't have had to deal with the drug at all. But he had to have a point proven to himself...he had to have his uselessness thrown in his face once again. Then Harpuia - who, along with X, was dragged here for seemingly no reason other than to add salt to an open wound - had to make it worse by giving him the possibility that he was still under their control, that Ciel might be under their control...asserting Zero's inability to fight this, just like everything else. Like last night... ... ...
Fortunately, Zero wasn't the type to sit and mope. (Or at least, not for very long.) The daylight hours gave him time to bury the negativity and self doubt under a need to do, to recharge his fighting spirit. If he couldn't fight Landel and his monsters on his own, then he needed to either find help or use the human brain loaned to him rather than the strength that was mostly taken away from him to fight. If there was a way to bring Landel down, he would look for it. Something needed to be done about this Institute-wide sickness, and if he could help with that, he would. If his best friend and former enemy were here, then he needed to do whatever it took to protect them, whether it be steering clear of them thanks to last night's events or becoming their shield.
Somehow, some way, he needed to keep fighting. And he needed a plan for tonight. None of that involved sitting around and feeling sorry for himself.
He could consider plans while he ate his evening meal; his body had gone without food all day, and the noticeable discomfort in his abdomen was punishing him for it. Woody wasn't present when he reached his room, but there was a strange box on his own desk that Zero had never seen before. Briefly ignoring his food to investigate, he walked up to his desk and opened the box to find...the first aid kit and that handgun he'd stolen two nights ago inside. Hmph. How generous of them to give these back to him... Landel must be feeling cocky.
The kit... Wonder if he could put it to some use. He pulled it out of the box and started looking through it, though half of the kit's contents were unfamiliar to him. Perhaps some of whatever these were could be useful for a sick patient? He wondered...
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Fortunately, Zero wasn't the type to sit and mope. (Or at least, not for very long.) The daylight hours gave him time to bury the negativity and self doubt under a need to do, to recharge his fighting spirit. If he couldn't fight Landel and his monsters on his own, then he needed to either find help or use the human brain loaned to him rather than the strength that was mostly taken away from him to fight. If there was a way to bring Landel down, he would look for it. Something needed to be done about this Institute-wide sickness, and if he could help with that, he would. If his best friend and former enemy were here, then he needed to do whatever it took to protect them, whether it be steering clear of them thanks to last night's events or becoming their shield.
Somehow, some way, he needed to keep fighting. And he needed a plan for tonight. None of that involved sitting around and feeling sorry for himself.
He could consider plans while he ate his evening meal; his body had gone without food all day, and the noticeable discomfort in his abdomen was punishing him for it. Woody wasn't present when he reached his room, but there was a strange box on his own desk that Zero had never seen before. Briefly ignoring his food to investigate, he walked up to his desk and opened the box to find...the first aid kit and that handgun he'd stolen two nights ago inside. Hmph. How generous of them to give these back to him... Landel must be feeling cocky.
The kit... Wonder if he could put it to some use. He pulled it out of the box and started looking through it, though half of the kit's contents were unfamiliar to him. Perhaps some of whatever these were could be useful for a sick patient? He wondered...