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Albedo ([personal profile] purgatio) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-08-17 09:35 am (UTC)

Any set-up Albedo had dropped, plans and games falling out of his mind. Eyes widened to spheres, fear lacing his expression momentarily. He had said that he himself had been abandoned by his own siblings minutes ago, and here Klavier was, now saying he had done the same?! How could someone...?

He rubbed at his eyes in disbelief, something like a drug lacing his system. His position was the one Klavier had occupied the prior round--It was now Albedo that needed more answers, Albedo that needed the information. The why's. Anger pushed up in a rush, and the boy moved to stand, to attack, but two thoughts pushed through. The nurse, carefully watching, seen out of the corner of his eye. And the notebook, almost forgotten. If you broke the rules, you couldn't win.

Albedo made the adjustment necessary, then placed the pen on top. Both hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails making tiny incisions in his flesh. Eyes burned and seethed with something close to hatred, something too deep to be pain, as he glared at Klavier. The man had one question. Which would he pick from his multitude?

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