This time, there was no hesitating. There was no contemplating or dithering or taking anyone's feelings into consideration. Lust was simply going to take matters into her own hands. Really, hadn't she always known that was the truth of things? Though it was said so blithely and often as a jest, 'if you want something done, do it yourself' proved time and time again to be an aptly uttered statement.

Anyway, she hardly needed a chaperone. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, even in her weakened state. Not to mention that she would hardly be the only prisoner seeking the cure. Most likely she'd find someone else, on their own and with the same goal.

Flashlight in hand and dressed in her former clothing, Lust ventured out into the hallway with a brisk and determined air. She had a mission tonight, and heaven help any fool who got in her way.

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[from here]

The homunculus covered the ground to the main women's hall quickly, her flashlight in her hand but currently off. She could see well enough in the dark, and she had little desire to get caught in some conversation as she had had happen all too often in the dorm halls.

She checked the mental map she'd memorized - roughly - of the place. The Greenhouse was on the far side of the building...what would be the quickest route? God, she wished she knew which doors were accessible and which weren't.

Ah well. It was a mostly straight trip across the Institute....

[to here]

[From here]

It seemed as though the corridors were somehow longer, more cavernous. Lust knew it was only her fanciful imagination, but the sense persisted. The supposed she was unnerved, on edge. It wasn't something she enjoyed but she didn't know how to change it. Everything felt more since she'd come to this place. Sometimes the intensity of her feelings startled her.

But here were the main hallways, she was making good time. Another corner and it would be the true main corridor...