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damned_institute2012-11-05 10:55 pm
knightspirit) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-05 10:55 pm
Day 67: Breakfast
For the first time since Kyousuke arrived, waking up didn't feel the slightest bit strange or out of place. It was still like night had suddenly stopped, with nothing in-between then and now, but instead of being disorienting, or like there was something missing, it was like waking up from a nightmare. His breaths came heavy and anxious, everything flooding back to him, but unlike last night, he had more mental clarity, and he actually understood what it meant.
Sora... was dead.
After a moment, his breathing seemed to ease up, and he sat up slowly, and simply stared down at his blanket. The motion hurt quite a bit, a lot worse than it had yesterday morning, but he seemed to be in decent shape, all considered. Sore, battered, a little faint, but compared to worst of it...
He wondered if he should feel upset right now, or want to yell, or cry, but the truth was, he didn't. If anything, he was just numb. Tired and listless. He wasn't sure what to think or feel about anything, but somehow it seemed distant and disconnected, like something that hadn't actually happened. Yet, if he lingered on it too long, the lifelessness grew into something nauseating, heavy and constricting in his chest, and he didn't even notice until he realized he was gripping his bedding unnecessarily hard. So he forced himself to relax, and not focus on it too much. ... He preferred the cold sort of nothingness.
When the nurse arrived, she wasn't empty-handed, unfolding a wheelchair by his bedside and looking at him expectantly, as if she wanted him to settle himself into it. Looking at it was strange and uncomfortable, and he found himself refusing automatically.
"... I can walk fine. I don't need—"
"What you don't need," the nurse said sternly, "is to be overexerting yourself. You got to walk around yesterday, and what do you do? You go and reopen your injuries! Honestly, Mr. Taylor, you might be young, but you need to take better care of yourself! Today, you're resting, and if you're good about it, we'll see about maybe taking the chair away tomorrow."
That was bad enough, but then she wouldn't even let him wheel himself, and pushed him along from behind. This was totally unnecessary... But though it made him feel helpless, Kyousuke didn't have the energy to argue, so he let her do what she wanted. She asked if he wanted to make a quick trip the bulletin, first, but... Would the news be there? There were people who deserved to know, but there would be reactions to it, questions he didn't want to answer, and feeling his stomach give a lurch, he decided he didn't want to deal with it. Any of it.
Once in the cafeteria, the nurse asked him about breakfast, but Kyousuke insisted he wasn't hungry. ... He wasn't. Sensing he wanted to be left alone, she wheeled him off to an easily overlooked portion of the cafeteria, but quickly returned, setting food and some juice in front of him, "just in case." She set a small paper cup with a couple of painkillers on the tray, and after that, she left, leaving the boy to stare down the meal he didn't really want.
[ Kratos! ]
Sora... was dead.
After a moment, his breathing seemed to ease up, and he sat up slowly, and simply stared down at his blanket. The motion hurt quite a bit, a lot worse than it had yesterday morning, but he seemed to be in decent shape, all considered. Sore, battered, a little faint, but compared to worst of it...
He wondered if he should feel upset right now, or want to yell, or cry, but the truth was, he didn't. If anything, he was just numb. Tired and listless. He wasn't sure what to think or feel about anything, but somehow it seemed distant and disconnected, like something that hadn't actually happened. Yet, if he lingered on it too long, the lifelessness grew into something nauseating, heavy and constricting in his chest, and he didn't even notice until he realized he was gripping his bedding unnecessarily hard. So he forced himself to relax, and not focus on it too much. ... He preferred the cold sort of nothingness.
When the nurse arrived, she wasn't empty-handed, unfolding a wheelchair by his bedside and looking at him expectantly, as if she wanted him to settle himself into it. Looking at it was strange and uncomfortable, and he found himself refusing automatically.
"... I can walk fine. I don't need—"
"What you don't need," the nurse said sternly, "is to be overexerting yourself. You got to walk around yesterday, and what do you do? You go and reopen your injuries! Honestly, Mr. Taylor, you might be young, but you need to take better care of yourself! Today, you're resting, and if you're good about it, we'll see about maybe taking the chair away tomorrow."
That was bad enough, but then she wouldn't even let him wheel himself, and pushed him along from behind. This was totally unnecessary... But though it made him feel helpless, Kyousuke didn't have the energy to argue, so he let her do what she wanted. She asked if he wanted to make a quick trip the bulletin, first, but... Would the news be there? There were people who deserved to know, but there would be reactions to it, questions he didn't want to answer, and feeling his stomach give a lurch, he decided he didn't want to deal with it. Any of it.
Once in the cafeteria, the nurse asked him about breakfast, but Kyousuke insisted he wasn't hungry. ... He wasn't. Sensing he wanted to be left alone, she wheeled him off to an easily overlooked portion of the cafeteria, but quickly returned, setting food and some juice in front of him, "just in case." She set a small paper cup with a couple of painkillers on the tray, and after that, she left, leaving the boy to stare down the meal he didn't really want.
[ Kratos! ]
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Yuri poured a small dab of honey into his tea again. It wasn't sweetened enough for his tastes, but he beckoned Barnaby to continue. "If you don't have anymore information to disclose to me, go on ahead. But I know little about this facility and certain records back home are subjected to confidentiality rules."
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"I'm mostly wondering about the state of things back home right before you were kidnapped by the institute." Some of Petrov's comments before sounded as though something had happened, but of course Barnaby couldn't let himself act like he was completely clueless. On the other hand, if Stern Bild was currently experiencing some sort of upheaval, Barnaby wanted to know about it.
"Since neither of us are sure about how long we were held before the staff allowed us to wake up in our cells, I'm trying to get a better idea of what I might have missed after my own kidnapping," he added for clarification's sake.
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"Well as you know Maverick was transported to a high security NEXT prison. But only halfway through his journey, he was found murdered inside of the van that transported him. Eye witness reports have told us that Lunatic was again behind this murder and still remains at large." He said this so calmly, as if discussing the weather. But inside he was smug that he had reduced the sinner to almost nothing.
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The thought was outrageous. Maverick tirelessly worked for the acceptance of NEXT everywhere and the safety of Stern Bild. He would never do something that would land him in prison, much less a high-security one. He wasn't even a NEXT! And for Lunatic to murder him? There had to be some kind of mistake. Even if the story was true, Maverick was surely framed for something he didn't do.
If that was the case, though, wouldn't Barnaby have tried to stop it? Retired or not, he owed everything to Maverick. There was no way he would have allowed something like that to happen to the man who had practically raised him.
But Barnaby knew for a fact that his own memories couldn't be trusted, and that his perception of reality wasn't always correct. The fact that he couldn't confidently refute Petrov's claim, not even to himself, felt like a knife to the chest.
What on earth was going on? What was wrong with him?
Barnaby felt the color drain from his face as his stomach grew increasingly nauseated. He didn't even try to pretend to be interested in his waffles as the fork almost slipped from his hand.
"I wasn't...informed of his death," he managed to say after a moment. To his credit, Barnaby stayed composed as he spoke, knowing that it would be shameful to reveal his memory loss to the judge. He just had to keep telling himself that there were several perfectly rational explanations for all of this. The effort, though, sapped more energy than he needed to expend today, and he knew the uncertainty would plague him until he had a chance to talk to Kotetsu about all of this.
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"I know it must be hard on you to lose him. He was your godfather, am I correct? While I am disappointed that he never found proper justice, one day Lunatic will be apprehended." The last part was a complete lie, but Yuri tried to fake sympathy.
Then he went back to cutting up his food, as he was hungry while he discussed these events. "Is there anything else you need to know from me?" Fortunately he hadn't found out that Barnaby didn't even experience certain events yet.