Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

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The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

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"I hope that's not the case," Roland quietly answered, "not unless it changes some of the rules about us... him, rather." He shook his head, not wanting to think about that. A Heat who was still cannibalistic in a civilized society was insane. A Heat that lacked Sera and Serph was dangerous. And a Heat who was perfectly well-adjusted... that was like bringing the dead back to life. And Heat O'Brien had no need for anyone, let alone someone like Roland, still in this incarnation of life.

That wasn't what he wanted to think about right now. He waved Peter off, smiling a little as he slowly started moving himself upright. A little stomach ache was bad, but he could endure it. He hoped. "I'll be fine, I feel better already." Which was half-true; speaking to Peter had helped out a little bit. "You stay safe tonight, all right?"