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]

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.