Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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Hitsugaya left the chapel no less frustrated than before. The head doctor once again had chosen not to hide his face, yet promised he would be making an appearance at some time in the near future. He didn't like being patient, but there wasn't much choice. Either the head doctor would show his face, or he wouldn't. Renji had already seen him, and knew how to find him. That was enough.

The thought of eating made him slightly nauseous as usual, but he knew he needed to get his strength up. He could either be weak and try to force his way through brunch without eating anything, or he could be smart and actually give himself something to eat. And there was rice. Rice and fruit. He took a heaping pile of rice, and grabbed as much watermelon as he could fit on his plate, then proceeded to an empty table. He scanned the room, watching for Momo. He wasn't exactly looking forward to their conversation, knowing how she'd acted yesterday; however, he knew he had to speak to her, and there was a good chance that she would show more restraint now that the drugs were out of her system.

Thoughtfully he consumed his rice and waited.

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Ginji shook his head and then sighed. He paused in his meal to fully explain this. He felt as if he owed it to Roland since he had been the one to explain to Ginji how he had gotten hurt.

"Where I come from... people get hurt a lot everyday. It's a lot like this place actually, with the stronger people hurting the ones who aren't as strong. When it got to be too much for me, I guess you can say that a part of me learned how to be as strong as possible. When I'm ... like that...I usually have nearly unlimited control of electricity and lightening and an almost instant healing rate, but I guess this place messed it up or something. The wounds I have should have been healed with some of my power, but right now I feel like I couldn't match the shock you get from rubbing your socks on carpet. There's nothing left inside of me. It's like fighting that demon or monster or whatever you were telling me about made me use up all the power I had left. That's why I've been spending all my nights in my room. I'm no use like this." He didn't want to dwell on those words. It made him feel so sad and miserable. If he realized he probably shouldn't be sharing his weakened state with anyone it didn't show. He trusted Roland, and probably would still trust him even if he ever found out that Roland was Indra. That was just the way that Ginji was.

"Anyway, the way that I am when I'm like that has a name I guess. They call me Raitei when it happens. It means 'Thunder Emperor' so if you need to talk about it." His frown deepened. "I never really liked the name. It sounds so over the top, you know?"

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Roland was quiet, listening carefully and attentively to what Ginji was saying. So, a protector personality had been formed in response to external trauma? It made sense, and it explained how Ginji could now be so, well, like he was, yet when danger threatened... 'Raitei' showed up. Though Roland had to wince when he heard that last part, about how fighting against Indra had apparently drained every bit of power out of the young man. Great, so he'd maimed and crippled someone? All he needed to know now was that he'd actually shoved someone down his throat, and his life would be just perfect.

"I do know that most powers are limited here, from what I've heard," Roland mused out loud as Ginji finished, "so you're in the majority there. But... at the same time, it's not like powers alone are what can make a person valuable. In my world, normal people had to fight against flesh-eating demons with magic powers... and pardon my pride, but we managed to hold them off for years. Sometimes, a little cunning and determination can make up for the difference in power."

Roland smiled a bit as he finished that, hoping that Ginji would take that little bit of hope and at least consider it. Raitei, if that was his name, had definitely had determination. Surely Ginji would have something similar to that? It was a hope, anyway, and Roland knew that they would need as many hands as they could get to make it out of the Institute alive. Still... he did have to chuckle quietly. "As for the name... just from what I saw, I'd say that 'Thunder Emperor' is more fitting than over the top. It could be worse- some of the people from my world took to calling themselves after gods."

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Ginji listened to Roland and couldn't help but think of the 'gods' of Babylon City. The people who had created Mugenjou and who controlled all the lives of those who could not live anywhere else.

"Our worlds sound a lot alike," he said. "Well, at least your world sounds a lot alike the place in my world where I grew up." He didn't comment about the name anymore. He really didn't want to talk about Raitei.