Night 69: M11-M20 Hallway

[forsworn]

Kratos firmly ignored Landel's usual nighttime rant as he got dressed, a task that required a little more thought than usual. Usually, he would shrug into his old military fatigues rather than deal with all the minute details of his clothes from home, but tonight, he was meeting Lloyd, and it was probably better to look more familiar: Lloyd hadn't been around during the military occupation, and even though the specifics of that weren't personal, Kratos wasn't in the mood to delve into the institute's past.

It was strange to be fumbling once again with all the belts and buckles on his Cruxis uniform, but even after a month away, the muscle memory was still there, guiding everything into proper position even as his mind blanked on the next step in the complicated procedure. Thus, it wasn't too long before he was, for the first time in over a month, actually looking the part of a seraph of Cruxis. It actually felt comforting, never mind that everything now hung a shade loose on him.

He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind before he headed out. He would just be teaming up with Lloyd. That was all. There was nothing more to it. He'd asked for help. He was getting it. Enough. Simple. He opened his eyes and tried to pretend that had done something for his confidence as he gathered his things.

With a brief nod to Tolten, Kratos headed out the door.

[to here]

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M16

[girlsandgadgets]

Though his body was still worn and the medicine made him sluggish, Edgar had to admit that his mind felt clearer after talking to Gren, their discussion bringing some of his focus back to where it needed to be: on progress, on moving forward no matter what. Things weren't going to get better on their own, and there was seemingly no end in sight to Landel's cruelty; the only solution was for them to keep looking, keep trying until they found a solution. It wasn't just for the good of everyone else that they continued to fight- it was for everyone, himself and those they'd already lost included.

He didn't know if there was a way out, or a way to recover those who had brainwashed, but he wasn't going to simply give up because the circumstances looked grim. He was determined to get out, and alive- he had people who depended on him within the institute, and ones who needed him in his own world. The longer he was trapped, the worse their situation would be.

Pulling his bag of equipment over his shoulder, he wished Gren luck and headed out.

[To here.]