Day 69: Courtyard

[his_legacy]

Link was feeling overall good as he was escorted outside after breakfast. The food had been good, and the weather was nice. It wasn't so cold anymore, but still comfortable. He much preferred coming outside to being cooped up in that stuffy, dull building. The Hylian was trying to remain positive. They had the cure now, did they not? People were getting better.

The death toll was impossible to ignore, though.

He sighed, hands in his pockets as he shuffled through the grass and settled himself on the lawn. This was nice. At least, it was as nice as things could get around here. Link's mind drifted back home, back to Ordon and Hyrule and Midna and Zelda. Everything was okay there, now. And he couldn't even see it for himself.

[Free!]

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[a_sin_for_him]

"That's where I was going, with Castiel." Lust leaned back and sighed, remembering the other night.

"But everything was wrong. We went through a hall door and we were in a forest. It was freezing. There were no lights anywhere and we didn't even know if we were near the Institute. We followed a river...Castiel was wounded so we stopped. I went down to the water to clean his bandages and there was a spectre. In the river."

She shook her head.

"All I ever seem to meet in this place are spectres. It had the flower. I went out into the river and it gave it to me. Then I woke up."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar had no idea who Castiel was, but that detail was hardly relevant, when put next to everything else.

"...You're certain that actually happened?" He knew that this place was strange and impossibly powerful, but for them to cause patients to go through doors and come out in completely different places... "The nurses didn't drug you...?" He'd certainly never heard of that sort of thing happening before, nor had he caught wind of a river.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Yes, I'm certain." Lust didn't bother attempting to explain. Instead she toed off her slippers, the same as she had done to show Edward. They were still swathed in bandages.

"I couldn't walk in the woods in the boots I wear at night so I took them off. I cut my feet."

[envy_the_sinners]

"You shouldn't wear those damn things at night." Scar couldn't resist making the comment. He didn't care if she preferred her old clothing to what the Institute gave them. Hers was completely impractical.

Mostly he was just frustrated that she had gotten herself hurt for no reason. He heaved a short sigh, letting go of the small frustrated bubble.

"Can you walk okay?" he grumbled.

[a_sin_for_him]

"They're mine," Lust said simply. "I'd rather wear what's mine." Though not outdoors. She didn't know how else to explain to him her strange attachment to her impractical clothes.

"And I'm fine. I just cut my feet, they'll heal soon."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar huffed. "You tell me not to do foolish things and yet you will not do what is practical because-" He cut off abruptly, suddenly alert and looking around the courtyard. Sound had faded as he spoke, and now it was gone completely. He couldn't hear a thing.

"The hell-" The words came louder than they should have, yet he still couldn't hear them. Everything was completely silent. He looked down to Lust, as if questioning what was going on.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust frowned as Scar shouted, leaning back away from him.

"What in the world's the matter?" He looked so puzzled. One moment he'd been off on one of his silly scoldings and then he looked as though someone had pricked him.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar snarled in frustration as he tried to figure out what Lust was saying. He looked back out to the rest of the yard, but nobody else seemed to be experiencing something like this. Upon trying to stand up, he wobbled on his feet and needed to sit back down. Eyes still darting frantically around the courtyard, Scar finally found words.

"I can't hear." One shaky hand came up to touch the side of his head.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust frowned deeply, her hand going out to steady him when he lurched back into his seat. She began to ask him a question then stopped, moving to be sure he could see her mouth moving.

"Did something attack you last night?"

Alphonse had been experiencing strange effects from the phantom that had tried to choke him last night.

[envy_the_sinners]

It took Scar another moment to figure out what she was saying.

"No..." He was consciously keeping his voice down, now, for once thankful for the steadying hand.

"And the thing that killed me got my throat, not..." His eyes were back to darting around the courtyard as he spoke. It was making him nervous, even if there was presumably no danger during the day. It was testament to how much of his guard he never let down.