That was an awful, awful feeling that dropped into her stomach at the sound of those words. Orihime swallowed, and it was a relief to say the least, when Lloyd-san had picked up where her voice had failed her, when the reality of it had been too terrible to even try to imagine. But then again -- Frankenstein easily came to mind. Or perhaps the image of a man strapped down to a doctor's table. He'd have woken up in the middle of the night only to find that his doctor was dressed in a tuxedo and magician's garb, a chainsaw in his hand and a manic grin on his face as he intoned, trust me, I'm a doctor.
(The reality of it was, she was not new to it. There had been a time and a terrible moment when the air smelled like blood and burnt flesh, when there was a man, a murderer, who stood in front of her and Ishida-kun, offering her the opportunity to become a test experiment.
But she'd buried the memory. Now, she tried not to let it reach out and grab her from where she had last left it.)
"Y-yes!" She squeaked, holding her hands up defensively. "We're going to have to turn our frowns upside down and... Well, at least we can't sit around and mope. If we really sit here thinking something like, 'what's the point!' Then of course we're not going to get anywhere." Those dwarves really knew what they were talking about...
But um.
"I'm really fine," she lied -- fibbed? -- insisted as she shrugged her shoulders, clasping her hands together. "So- maybe we can check Ishida-kun's journal. Or ask around? If we see someone in another hallway, perhaps..."
Maybe if she tried hard enough, she'd be able to feel him... see his reiatsu, or maybe catch wind of one of his arrows.
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That was an awful, awful feeling that dropped into her stomach at the sound of those words. Orihime swallowed, and it was a relief to say the least, when Lloyd-san had picked up where her voice had failed her, when the reality of it had been too terrible to even try to imagine. But then again -- Frankenstein easily came to mind. Or perhaps the image of a man strapped down to a doctor's table. He'd have woken up in the middle of the night only to find that his doctor was dressed in a tuxedo and magician's garb, a chainsaw in his hand and a manic grin on his face as he intoned, trust me, I'm a doctor.
(The reality of it was, she was not new to it. There had been a time and a terrible moment when the air smelled like blood and burnt flesh, when there was a man, a murderer, who stood in front of her and Ishida-kun, offering her the opportunity to become a test experiment.
But she'd buried the memory. Now, she tried not to let it reach out and grab her from where she had last left it.)
"Y-yes!" She squeaked, holding her hands up defensively. "We're going to have to turn our frowns upside down and... Well, at least we can't sit around and mope. If we really sit here thinking something like, 'what's the point!' Then of course we're not going to get anywhere." Those dwarves really knew what they were talking about...
But um.
"I'm really fine," she lied -- fibbed? -- insisted as she shrugged her shoulders, clasping her hands together. "So- maybe we can check Ishida-kun's journal. Or ask around? If we see someone in another hallway, perhaps..."
Maybe if she tried hard enough, she'd be able to feel him... see his reiatsu, or maybe catch wind of one of his arrows.