Wasted nights were an annoyingly frequent occurrence here, unfortunately. Last night had, for the most part, felt like an absolute lost cause. All he'd gotten out of it were some lackluster items, some insight on the more useless areas of the institute, and some fun facts about the water. Oh yes, and let's not forget that little bout of trauma and the bite to his ankle to complete the experience.
From the sound of Herr Doktor's last announcement of the night, however, other people had had it worse last night. Two people had died. At least. And it sounded like other people had been made to do it themselves. Likely due to this monster illness that had been plaguing the institute for a while now. Herr Doktor had never bothered to count when it came to incidents involving Special Counseling or the coliseum. It was sick, really. All of it. The fact that he actually mocked them all for it made it all that much worse, too.
That of course begged the question of just who was left alive this morning. How many people were still there? And what of those he knew personally? He knew a few people who had been sick, actually. Were they still alright? How much longer before they ended up going the same way? Dammit. It was moments like this that made him hate wasted time like last night most of all. There was no time! ...Spending all of his time fretting and thinking of time limits was only going to emotionally drain him, though. Impatient as he was, he needed to pace himself accordingly or else he would just waste more time. So he should just focus on gathering information and planning for tonight. ...And checking up on those he knew just to be certain of their status.
In fact, that was exactly what he decided to do when he reached the cafeteria. After he'd gotten his food, he scanned the room trying to find as many familiar faces as he could. A difficult task since it was still early and people were only filing in now.
There was at least one such person here already, though. Yomi. It had been several days since he had seen her last, but twist in his gut as soon as he saw her was just as raw as if it had only been yesterday. He still remembered it all vividly: how they had been trapped, that fantastical fight in the coliseum, how she'd been killed, the panicked and broken state she was in after somehow being brought back to life. It was a miracle for her even to be sitting there, but that did nothing to alleviate the memories.
Looking at her now, one would never know. She seemed fine enough sitting there. She didn't appear to be in any agonizing pain nor did she have any visible injuries. Even her expression seemed normal. Collected. Very different from the last time he'd seen her. That wasn't to say everything was fine with her, however. She was, as stated, just sitting there; not eating, just sitting. It looked like she was possibly lost in thought and there was a good chance it was due to something horrible. That was something he kept in mind as he approached her.
"Fräulein," he said, both as a way to bring her attention back to reality and as a greeting. The smile he offered was simple and gentle, an attempt to be sensitive considering what might be potentially bothering her. "Good morning. ...How have you been feeling?"
He did hope she felt comfortable enough to potentially speak to him about such things. Some women could be fickle when it came to things like this. Not that he was used to playing therapist for people, but he did hope that if something was upsetting her and she needed to cry to someone about it, she could consider him an available avenue. Heaven knows people need that in this place.
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From the sound of Herr Doktor's last announcement of the night, however, other people had had it worse last night. Two people had died. At least. And it sounded like other people had been made to do it themselves. Likely due to this monster illness that had been plaguing the institute for a while now. Herr Doktor had never bothered to count when it came to incidents involving Special Counseling or the coliseum. It was sick, really. All of it. The fact that he actually mocked them all for it made it all that much worse, too.
That of course begged the question of just who was left alive this morning. How many people were still there? And what of those he knew personally? He knew a few people who had been sick, actually. Were they still alright? How much longer before they ended up going the same way? Dammit. It was moments like this that made him hate wasted time like last night most of all. There was no time! ...Spending all of his time fretting and thinking of time limits was only going to emotionally drain him, though. Impatient as he was, he needed to pace himself accordingly or else he would just waste more time. So he should just focus on gathering information and planning for tonight. ...And checking up on those he knew just to be certain of their status.
In fact, that was exactly what he decided to do when he reached the cafeteria. After he'd gotten his food, he scanned the room trying to find as many familiar faces as he could. A difficult task since it was still early and people were only filing in now.
There was at least one such person here already, though. Yomi. It had been several days since he had seen her last, but twist in his gut as soon as he saw her was just as raw as if it had only been yesterday. He still remembered it all vividly: how they had been trapped, that fantastical fight in the coliseum, how she'd been killed, the panicked and broken state she was in after somehow being brought back to life. It was a miracle for her even to be sitting there, but that did nothing to alleviate the memories.
Looking at her now, one would never know. She seemed fine enough sitting there. She didn't appear to be in any agonizing pain nor did she have any visible injuries. Even her expression seemed normal. Collected. Very different from the last time he'd seen her. That wasn't to say everything was fine with her, however. She was, as stated, just sitting there; not eating, just sitting. It looked like she was possibly lost in thought and there was a good chance it was due to something horrible. That was something he kept in mind as he approached her.
"Fräulein," he said, both as a way to bring her attention back to reality and as a greeting. The smile he offered was simple and gentle, an attempt to be sensitive considering what might be potentially bothering her. "Good morning. ...How have you been feeling?"
He did hope she felt comfortable enough to potentially speak to him about such things. Some women could be fickle when it came to things like this. Not that he was used to playing therapist for people, but he did hope that if something was upsetting her and she needed to cry to someone about it, she could consider him an available avenue. Heaven knows people need that in this place.