Day 41: Sun Room

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Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking orderly, it was not for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, his nurse seemed unaffected by the act, and even with the cloud of failing to keep "Kai" away from "Peyton" hanging over her, remained determinedly cheerful. She merely said something about receiving a lecture later on, ignored his retorts, and assured him that it would be alright even though his internet stalker was in the same building. For the most part, Haseo tuned her babbling out after that, dismissing it as hopeless.

"...and usually this would be the time children would be taking showers, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Now then, le--"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh, all the children seventeen or under are separated right now while the adults go to the courtyard..."

"Hey, I'm not a kid you old--!"

"Oh of course you aren't dear, but you're not eighteen yet either, now are you?"

Haseo resisted the urge to do something rash, literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. But upon having the bulletin board pointed out to him, he shrugged off his anger for the most part and headed that way, fully intending to get more answers than he'd had time to receive during breakfast.

Well... at least Endrance is in another shower group, he thought, Thank god.

[Closed to Tsukasa, for now!]

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He spotted Soma heading outside after breakfast and so he chose the other room, even if he would have liked some fresh air for a while. He didn't want to exhibit his wounds to her when she'd probably just attack him again. Still, breakfast with Badou had left him in a fairly good mood so he didn't mind so much. He found a free sofa in the Sun Room and flopped down on it, leaning against the arm and stretching his legs out. Perhaps he should try to get some sleep while he was here.

[First post for Sousuke, after that please ask]

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Sousuke was very confused by Miku's response to his vow to protect her, but perhaps he could work that out at a later date. For now, he was feeling as though he wanted to talk to someone he knew. After losing Usopp and Heero and Mousse, he was feeling as though he should seek out and talk to the people he knew and fought with--in case they were taken as well.

And coincidentally, he found one directly after his shower. Sousuke, being a military man, was accustomed to showering as quickly as possible and with other people, and did it efficiently and quickly. He stood over Allelujah, hair still damp, towel around his neck, wondering if he should bother the other soldier to talk.

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Allelujah hadn't really expected anyone to approach him, but he was aware of someone's approach and he opened one eye a crack. He recognsed Sousuke immediately of course and then opened his eyes fully, giving the younger man a smile. "Hello, Sousuke," he said, moving into a sitting position in case the soldier wanted to sit.

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Sousuke nodded his greeting and took the offered (or supposedly-offered) space on the sofa next to Allelujah. He folded his hands and rested his elbows on his knees, staring intently at the carpet. How to go about this...?

"I've... I have recently become aware of the fact that I have steadily lost people I know and work with in this building. Tonight marked the fourth person I knew who has been taken hostage or killed in action." He said all of it with a steady, almost mechanical voice. "I'm starting to feel unstable--as though my judgments will be affected by these losses."

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This hadn't been at all what Allelujah had been expecting, but Sousuke seemed really cut up about it, even if he sounded like Setsuna at his most monotone. He listened in silence to what Sousuke said, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry that you've lost people," he said genuinely. He remembered his grief at losing Lockon just before he'd arrived here, the shock on Tieria's face, the cold look on Setsuna's. The crew... none of them had been able to believe it because he was their rock, their big brother.

"That's what this place wants though," he said, a touch of steel in his voice. "To destabilise those of us who are fighters because then no-one will be able to protect the people like Miku who can't protect themselves." He paused for a moment, hands clenching into fists in his lap. "But it's alright to grieve for them and to feel bad. One of my comrades, Tieria, I never thought I'd see him crack, but he did when we lost another of our people."

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Sousuke nodded, his face forming an apologetic look--which may have looked a lot like this other expressions. Reading his face was something of an art, sometimes, instead of a science.

"I want to protect Miku," Sousuke said, eyebrows coming together again. "But I've never been the one to openly grieve. Even when I returned from a mission, the only one alive, I couldn't..."

He sighed and shook his head. "I've been told that post-traumatic stress manifests in many ways, but mine never seems to manifest the same way twice."

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Allelujah smiled back, giving him a reassuring look. He didn't mind talking about it, even if he wasn't very good at giving advice or anything. He'd never needed to. Lockon had been the one to do that. PTSD hm? It made sense. "I wouldn't even recognise if I had it," he admitted. "I think recognising what's happening is probably healthy though." He grimaced, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I'm not much help. Members of our organisation tend to keep things to themselves."