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.

[free at the moment, pester if you wish]

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"Does anything about this place make sense?" Kenshin countered, smiling. "It's already been proven that the bonds of death and time have no meaning here. That man over there, Okita Souji, died over ten years ago (in this one's time) but...there he is, perfectly healthy and seemingly from a time several years before his death. Homura claims to be some sort of god, and we've all been transported to this odd futuristic prison."

The rurouni shrugged, thoughtfully inspecting a bit of sausage that a nurse had demanded he take ("You need to have some protein!"). The people who ran this place must have been very wealthy indeed, to be able to serve this much beef.

"That is your choice," he said softly. "But please know that this one has forbidden himself all unnecessary death."

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Kenshin had a point. The logic of this place seemed to escape him, but it comforted the young captain to think there was some purpose for this place. "Most of my people come from around the same period of time, maybe a year or two apart at the most, but there seems to be no reason to why they chose this out of the hundreds of years some here have lived."

The softness of the samurai's tone took Hitsugaya off guard. He was used to people being a lot more...vocal...about their opinions. You wouldn't hear a shinigami politely offering their opinion. He took a quick bite of watermelon and swallowed before replying. "I wouldn't think to stand in the way of your vows," he answered.

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Hundreds of years? Kenshin raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that there are other gods here too?" he asked, a smile playing about his lips.

"Thank you. Others...have not been so considerate." Was that a hint of bitterness in his voice? He hoped not.

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Hitsugaya nodded slightly. "I'm a shinigami," he answered. Based on his name, the captain could only assume he had some basic understanding of death gods. Japan always seemed to have a better concept of the 'grim reapers' than westerners. "I'm only about a hundred and thirty years old...it's difficult to know exactly when one was born when they died so early in life. Others are much older."

He leaned back in his chair. It was nice speaking with someone who was so polite. Usually the people he dealt with didn't know the first thing of proper etiquette. Even his complaints seemed mild. "Don't worry about it," he answered. "As long as you don't step in the way of my duties, then it would dishonor me to interfere with your own."