"Trust me, 'bastard' doesn't even cover it." Claude shook his head with disgust as he spoke. Still, the angry outburst was oddly reassuring to him. That was pretty much how he'd reacted when he first learned of the Head Doctor's cruelty. His rage only grew when he was forced to endure it, to watch his friends endure it. One by one, the people from his own world had disappeared until just his mother remained -- except she was twenty years younger and had no idea he was her son.
With the latest symptoms stacked on top of one tragedy after another, Claude had to admit that the fire in his heart had been drenched by what this place had done to him and his friends. The low burn left had to believe that it wouldn't always be this way. Everything had an end, after all. Someday Martin and the Institute would meet theirs.
They just didn't know what that end would cost.
Thankfully, he didn't have to voice any of that out loud. Lloyd's questions kept the conversation moving, and Claude did his best to answer them. "Everyone blacks out after a few hours," he explained. "We wake up in our beds just in time for breakfast. The nurses act like everything's normal. It's stupid, but that's how things are until we can find a way to stop the cycle."
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With the latest symptoms stacked on top of one tragedy after another, Claude had to admit that the fire in his heart had been drenched by what this place had done to him and his friends. The low burn left had to believe that it wouldn't always be this way. Everything had an end, after all. Someday Martin and the Institute would meet theirs.
They just didn't know what that end would cost.
Thankfully, he didn't have to voice any of that out loud. Lloyd's questions kept the conversation moving, and Claude did his best to answer them. "Everyone blacks out after a few hours," he explained. "We wake up in our beds just in time for breakfast. The nurses act like everything's normal. It's stupid, but that's how things are until we can find a way to stop the cycle."