Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

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Ginji put down his fork and looked at Kyon very seriously.

"Sometimes, this place steals people and makes them turn on us, even people that we think are our friends. And they can make you do it too, even if you don't want. Other times, they bring people that we knew before and they tell us that the story we get here during the day is true." He paused and looked extremely sad for a moment. "They brought my mother here."

For Ginji this was even worse because he had grown up wishing more than anything that he could meet her. Now, he finally had and had finally seen what she looked like and it had been in this place, with her brainwashed into thinking that he really was Gregory and that he belonged in this place. He had to get her back from them.

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Well, this was some interesting bits of information. The people he was with the night before hadn't said anything like that (though they were in a bit of a rush) and Haruhi either didn't know, or didn't care. The part about the visitors particularly disturbed him. They kidnapped people in his family to try and convince him he was really nuts?

"...What if they're fakes?" Kyon asked, trying not to appear as unsettled as he was.

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Ginji shrugged. "I guess that's possible. I just had a feeling like it was my mother, though, and the bad doctor guy made hints that they went through the same things we are going through now." He frowned at the thought. "Maybe that's why we're here."

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Kyon really didn't want to think about it anymore. He really didn't want to be here long enough for him to have to see his parents walk in here and tell him he was nuts; he was proud of himself for his lack of insanity since he started high school. It would be a kick in the face to get this far and hear it here.

He looked down at his plate and found it empty. Shifting and standing up he gave his new friend a wary look. "It was nice to meet you, Ginji-san." He really couldn't think of a good excuse to leave him with, but, he needed to think.

He gave him a small nod and stepped away from the table.