Day 66: Breakfast

[nobleman]

What Guy had seen on that scan resulted in some mixed feelings. While he had expected to find something in Claude, seeing how he was sick, it hadn't been quite the same as what they'd seen when they had scanned that other ill patient two nights ago. What did that mean? It was possible that the shape of it just looked different because of where it was in Claude's stomach, but Guy couldn't help but feel that there was a deeper meaning to it.

Yet another thing that he didn't understand, then. With a sigh, he got himself up out of bed and went searching immediately for the single leaf that he'd taken from the X-ray room last night. It was stored carefully in his possessions box, which meant that he didn't have to worry too much about that.

While he wanted to quickly sketch the leaf's general shape to post on the bulletin, Guy wasn't given that chance, as his nurse showed up before he could even grab for his journal. He had to relent and let her lead him to the cafeteria for breakfast. While Guy considered stopping by the bulletin to leave a note, that could wait until after he ate. He suspected that Anise or Luke would try to find him as soon as possible to tell him about their findings, so leaving a note for them would be redundant.

He did need to ask about the clue from last night and see if anyone else had further insight on it, but that might be something Claude wanted to do, seeing how he had a better idea of who that baptist was and what it all might signify.

After collecting a small amount of food onto a plate, Guy took a seat near the cafeteria's entrance, keeping an eye out for any of his friends so he could flag them down as they walked in.

[For Anise and Claude.]

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[fourstonewalls]

She arched her eyebrows. "Was that meant to be reassuring? If it was, you might want to work on your delivery." Her delivery, on the other hand, was flawless. No hesitation, no tremor in her voice, no sign that she had been looking for, if not a friendly ear, certainly not an argument.

"That won't happen." That was as much bluff as the idea that they couldn't turn her into an effective monster; if Dent wanted to call her on it, he was welcome to. She was done picking at breakfast, and she doubted they'd stop her if she got up and switched tables. "Theorize all you like, but I won't let it happen."

[dualistic]

"It wasn't a reassurance. Right now, that isn't going to do you much good. I'm trying to be realistic." Would she really have preferred it, if he'd agreed that everything would be okay, that somehow things would just work themselves out? Harvey wasn't that kind of person. He remembered when he'd tried to tell Rachel that everything would be fine, while knowing deep down that it was a huge lie. He wasn't going to do that again.

"But if you're sure that you can stop it, then by all means." It wasn't his problem. He kept repeating that to himself, and he shrugged to show his distance from the situation. In reality, he didn't like to imagine what Lana might turn into, or what it would do to her psyche if she did. But what could he do? It's not like he had some magical cure on hand.

[fourstonewalls]

Her lips quirked at his sally, but it wasn't a smile. She preferred the truth, at least for herself; but she had to find it first. And believing the best was a remarkably pleasant change from doing the opposite; she wasn't going to give up on the tactic yet.

Even if it led to a rather bleak corollary. "Dead monsters aren't much of a danger, after all." She meant it. "I'll be traveling with people well aware of the necessity.

Although -- and half of her couldn't believe the other half was thinking this -- were zombies alive? Though that wasn't what the one person willing to testify to their experience had described. So it would be enough.

[dualistic]

That was a morbid thought. Lana had already asked her friends (if they counted as friends -- he didn't know how close she'd gotten to people here) to kill her off if she changed? That couldn't have been an easy decision to make, and he doubted that he would have done the same in her shoes.

Honestly, he didn't know what he would have done. But chances were that one of the reasons he hadn't been picked for this little stunt was because he looked monstrous enough already. And it wasn't just skin-deep.

Harvey sighed and stared down at his food, forcing a few more bites before the intercom chimed on. "Well, I hope it doesn't come to that," he said finally as he stood from his seat. He gave Lana one last lingering look. "Good luck."