Night 74: M01-M10 Hallway

[envy_the_sinners]

Night number God-only-knows, and Scar was promptly putting on his proper desert clothing and collecting his things to head out. He and Alphonse had agreed earlier to separate for the sake of stealth, so it would only be he and Lust tonight, which was far less objectionable than it would have been two weeks ago.

Two weeks? Had it really only been two weeks?

Scar set out into the night as he always did: alert and tense for whatever he could expect to come. But really, what could he expect here without it coming back to bite him in the ass?

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Comments

[lighthearted]

Sora couldn't blame Link for trying to be realistic about all this. It was true -- a lot of people had left lately, and it felt like their numbers just kept dwindling by the day. Maybe the brainwashing technology was getting better. Maybe they'd reach a point where all of them were made to believe they were someone else.

They couldn't let that happen.

"Well, he isn't here." And Sora didn't know where else they could look for Tsurugi, either. Hanging around here wasn't going to help them.

"We've gotta keep going. It's what he would want, too." He nodded firmly.

[his_legacy]

Link nodded firmly. Yes, even if they wanted to hold out hope for his fate, dawdling would get them nowhere.

"We continue as usual, then." He opened the door to the hall once again, casting one last look at the soccer ball sitting still on the floor. There was a sickly feeling in the back of his throat that they wouldn't be finding their friend at breakfast in the morning.

[lighthearted]

When Link sent a final look at the soccer ball, Sora mirrored him, tightening his hand into a fist. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have all put an end to Landel's torture together.

"Right," he said, somewhat distracted, before he left the room and turned down the hall.

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