NIGHT 65: MAIN HALLWAY, 1-CENTER

[his_legacy]

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It was eerie, how empty the halls were. They seemed somehow larger at night, the darkness swallowing his magic torch's beam within little distance. Link was very attentive, knowing full well that something could pop up at any moment.

He refused to slow down, though.

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[she_is_ruin]

"If a virus could degrade a person into a lesser creature, that would make the world a simpler place. And scarier, maybe." In other words, Yomi knew very well it was no normal illness plaguing the prisoner population. This was targeted. This was a game. Albedo had already admitted he was one of the pawns by agreeing to heckle the experimentation victims.

Knowing as much, helping the boy along with his strategy didn't strike her as odd as it would have otherwise. In the larger game, Yomi was just another pawn herself--playing under multiple contexts was merely a shift of perception. An easy slide from one position to another.

She hung back an appropriate amount of distance from Albedo's mark, keeping her voice low in return. It was good to let the bait take the lead to cast off suspicion. "Do you know him?" she said. "Is he one of them for sure?"

[purgatio]

He matched her in stride, focus on her but eyes never wavering from the man in front of him. Was Albedo sure? "I don't know him at all. It's possible he's affected, from his behavior--something I'll check when we're in a quieter place."

The talk of viruses nearly made him laugh--perhaps he would have giggled but for the circumstances. If a virus could degrade a person into a lesser creature.... "That was one of the goals of my world," he answered, a strange humor in tone. "To form a weapon from a retro-virus-- So ridiculous, really."

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