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Aigis arrived at the rendezvous point in good time, her mind still whirling with thoughts on the I.R.I.S. She was thankful for the distraction from the rash that blushed her arm and caused her heart irregular palpitations, though the transformation was always tickling at the corner of her mind. If she did change she only hoped it would be after she managed to help her fellow patient. And also, she hoped it would be slow enough to give her time to track down Aidou for his assistance in the matter.

Taking a deep breath and attempt to still her mind, Aigis moved to the sinks and turned on the faucet. To her dismay, the water that poured out was dingy at best. No good if they actually did have to flush a wound. Unfortunate.

Where the infected prisoners were concerned, Landel had been hovering over that particular soap bubble ready to pop it for days now. Aidou didn’t like the fact that there was someone out there set to transform, but… how to stop it now that it had begun? Landel had ensured an element of inevitability. If he wanted it to happen, it was going to happen, and in response to someone transforming, there was only so much one could do to stop them. Like restraining them. Or killing them. Or… finding the elusive means to a cure mentioned over the intercom.

Aidou wouldn’t have minded testing the legitimacy of I.R.I.S.’ message, but there were tasks he needed to see to before anything else. Checking in on Sasuke was one. Thanks to Landel’s warning, Aigis was coming in at a close second. He had no idea what their current statuses were; for all he knew, they were each transforming in their cells right at that moment.

And well… there was also the matter of promises involved. He had promised one that he would intervene if the infection became too much. The other, he felt obligated to do the same for without it necessarily needing to be said.

What other choice did he have but to inquire after their health?

That night, Aidou wore black. If blooded happened to be spilled over the course of events, it would be less visible on dark clothing.

M58 was the first stop he made. Throwing etiquette to the wind, the first thing he did when he stopped in front of the door was to make his presence known, and loudly. After a day of figurative radio silence, it was time to get the message across. "Sasuke! You had better be in there!"