Nightshift 38: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

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As he turned the corner, Armand hesitated again. This was a long hall, and he couldn't yet see the far end. He faltered, slowing up and suddenly wanting to hide behind TK. But he managed to keep his voice steady.

"Can you explain to us--to me actually--why you seem to think you're such a terrible person? I need to know, you see, before I decide if I should invite you to help me."

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The idea turned Endrance's stomach a bit. The idea of Mia - the small, fragile one, or the one who had been his dear, dear friend - being kept in a place like this was enough to spark some anger in his normally placid facade. He moved a few steps in front of Harley, darting his light sideways before moving toward the door at the end of the hallway.

"Such a thing as that...it's far too cruel." There was that cold tone to his voice again. "They're meant to be our friends...or barring that, in their natural worlds...a place like this isn't meant for them."

He strode forward quickly, without bothering to ask whether this was the correct way to go or not, and tried to push open the door. It didn't open at first. He let out a small, frustrated sigh, then aimed his flashlight and swung it hard at the lock. It broke apart enough so that he could remove it, then motioned to the others to follow.

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