Brook wasn't sure what it was that had gotten his roommate in such a hurry to leave. Perhaps he was going to go meet with someone? That would make sense; the nights here were quite short when one thought about it. Brook didn't really want to think about it as he headed out though. As always, he needed to get something done. Anything. That was what he needed to focus on.

Not the fact that he was probably "infected" as Scar had said.

As much as he could put on the face of someone capable of keeping a positive outlook, Brook was likely the most scared of any of those that were ill. He scared easily, but just as easily he managed to keep himself mostly positive.

So when the numb feeling started over him again the moment he left his room, he shook himself out, straightened and pressed on without so much as a shriek - hum prepared on his lips.