Nightshift 35: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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So they still had to deal with one of the brainwashed patients tonight; the rest were being carted off for experimentation. Something had changed in the routine. There'd been a pattern earlier, one night to those "trials", the others for the brain-washed patients. But tonight was different for some reason.

So what made it change?

Sanzo was suspicious of sudden change, mostly because it always signaled something was up.

Was it because of that "Jill" pissing Landel off? Or just pure whim?

Whatever the reason, it wouldn't do the patients any favors.

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Kaiji was thoroughly offended by Badou's line of questioning. Did he care about life? He had begged for it before, dammit! "And what the fuck kind of question is that, anyway?"

From the outside, it likely did seem that he didn't care about life. That is, for those who had never caught him quivering in fear, for those who never heard him calling out to other people, divine entities, anyone or anything to save him, for those who had never seen him collapsed on a table sobbing for mercy. Death terrified Kaiji so much that he would definitely take his crappy life over it any day.

He paused for a moment to try and think of something else to say. He ended up reiterating, hoping to get his point across as bluntly as possible: "I care about life! I want to live! Even if I have to spend the rest of my life in this fucking awful place or worse!"

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What else was he supposed to do? Turn down the suicidal offer! Go back to sleep! Scratch his ass and shut the door! There were plenty of smart options! Why was this such a difficult con--

Why the hell was Badou arguing against having a meat shield partner!? Things were actually going his way. Which meant, sooner or later, his luck was going to turn into a steaming pile of shit. He might as well take it while it lasted.

Badou held up both hands, "Ok ok, relax! I don't really care why you're coming along."

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"You're the one who asked!" Kaiji snarled back, "And what about you, huh? If you're so convinced that going up to that room is going to kill us both, why even bother trying? Why the hell would you bring someone-"

That right hand held up caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks. Was that line what it looked like? Strange: so Kaiji had his sewn-on ear and fingers with his cheek-scar on the left side and Badou had a missing or otherwise unusable eye and some kind of scar through his palm on the right side. This was shaping up to look like some kind of convention for long-haired guys with head and hand damage concentrated on one side that was probably caused by their unbelievably shitty luck.

Freaky. But the only sympathy that the other man would get from Kaiji was of the silent variety, for now.

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"You're not going to answer anyway so stop whining, you ass." Badou shot right back, cutting in where Kaiji broke off. He shoved his right hand into his pocket, out of sight. This guy sure knew how to stare for someone who looked like he'd tried to give a hand job to a meat cleaver.

And since he was on the topic if whining Badou finally, forlornly, revealed the secret to his soul that was driving him on this suicidal mission. "I need to trade the scalpels for matches so I can finally light my fucking smokes, ok? Life just isn't worth living." Right now. Without them. Whatever.

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