Allelujah lay on his bed for a good long while once Fai had left, waiting for his head to clear enough to allow him to feel like moving. It wasn't happening. His thoughts were reeling still. Soma and the doctor and Hallelujah... He just couldn't think straight about any of them and he sort of wanted to just go to sleep and let the night pass him by. He didn't want to think about it all.

He finally groaned and pushed himself up to his feet, partly thanks to a good deal of mental prodding from Hallelujah. He had things to do, bridges to burn. He still moved a little unsteadily, but it wasn't as bad now. His head was fuzzy still, but he could think clearly enough to grab weapons from beneath his bed. Nothing to burn things with unfortunately, or not enough to cause significant damage, but he could look in the offices perhaps? He wanted those files.

Broken glass and scalpels and acid. Once he was armed he walked out into the corridor silently.