Nightshift 30: East Wing, Hall 2-A

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This looked promising-- well, as promising as a dark and potentially danger-filled hall could look. The fact that just about every hall looked the same at night was also completely irrelevant, but Kadaj wasn't thinking about that. He was too busy keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of that woman or, worse yet, the hooded creature he'd run into with Yazoo. Any other monster would have been fine, but those two...

To fill the silence, he spared a glance back at Hughes and said, "What I meant by 'You sound like Shin-Ra,' by the way, was that they too were also the police force. There wasn't really an area they didn't cover, actually. Is it the same for you on your world?" He wasn't sure what he'd think of Hughes and Roy if the answer was "yes," but since whatever organization they were a part of hadn't experimented on Mother like Shin-Ra had, they were automatically better people in his book.

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Hughes shrugged at the question. "I like helping people," he explained. "And I was never really interested in alchemy. I figured going into the military was a good idea." And it ensured he had a place to live, and a steady job for pretty much his entire life. It had seemed a safe bet. Especially with how war torn Amestris tended to be.

"Plus I always wanted to move to the city. Of course now that I'm getting older and I've got a family, I've started thinking how nice t would be to get out of the city." He chuckled some, shaking his head. Oh, the wisdom age brought.

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"Family..." Good for him. There weren't many people Kadaj would have thought that sincerely about-- hell, it was still uncertain whether he truly meant it in Hughes's case-- but it seemed appropriate to think it now. Hughes was definitely one of the less offensive he'd come across at the institute so far, so... why not?

Because he's human, he answered himself immediately, shaking his head. He kept forgetting-- oh, forget it. He was supposed to be pretending the other patients weren't anyway. How else was he supposed to get along with them? Thinking Hughes was all right was perfectly acceptable, then. Besides, anyone who had an idea what real family was like had to be a good person... somehow.

"Think your children will end up moving to the city again when they're older?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a small smile. Hughes's answer would have to wait, though, because Kadaj chose then to open the door to the next room and go inside.

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