Night 67: M51-M60 Hallway

[purgatio]

Third-rate. He was working for a third-rate madman, and at this point, Albedo didn't even care. There were things to do, beings to kill, and a cure to rationalize within his mind. And at the moment-- At the exact moment-- Albedo could do none of those. There was a very real need to reach out and touch his brother, to again refortify his reason for movement. For motive. For desire.

So his mind emptied of thoughts, even the ones he needed to accomplish. Mechanically, he took his weapons and equipment, and placed them on his person. There was a stark and quick urge to stab another in the gut, perhaps one with long blond hair, but it passed, seething, beneath the surface.

He opened the door and left.

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Comments

[firewhichrefines]

It was late in the evening, Albedo long gone into the hallway, by the time it became abundantly clear that Aidou wasn't making it with anything resembling his usual punctuality. Sasuke -- already armed, with a handful of long-unused nails tucked into his waistband on the off-chance he might have an opportunity for rusty target practice -- was not what he might have called concerned.

Annoyed was a good candidate -- professionally aware of incongruity was just as apt. In any case, it was with no small amount of irritation that he tugged open the door of the cell and strode into the hallway, heavily aware of the amount of time already lost.

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