NIGHTSHIFT 43: M1 - M10 CORRIDOR

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Ignoring the pain in his broken arm, Snake crept along the hallway. He had brought only the matches and hairspray with him, hooked into the band of his pants, needing no light. His feet made no sound. Even that vision of the corridor earlier hadn't phased him like his much-loved old Outer Heaven flashbacks usually did, as he was far too focused on his mission.

He had been checking the men's block rooms, one at a time. Most of them were vacated; some were not, and even the sounds of movement inside those ones were enough to reassure him that they were not the rooms that belonged to Big Boss.

Systematically, he started down the furthest corridor in the block to the south of his own, starting with room M10. The door was, of course, unlocked, and he cautiously pushed it open. Like many of the others, it seemed empty, but for less than a second he caught a trace of Big Boss's smell. It was enough to lure him into the room, even though no-one was visible. Had he imagined it?

[M10]

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Tsukasa winced when Endrance said that you couldn't be hurt in a simulation. he licked his lips nervously wondering whether to tell them before deciding that he might as well. it probably didn't apply here but they deserved to know. "That's not entirely true," he said quietly, glancing up at the other two. "Even in The World, it's possible." He let out a soft huff of breath. "When I was stuck in this body before, I could feel everything there as though it were the real world. Heat and cold, the wind... pain. And it affected my body in the real world when I got hurt." They'd said that his hart had stopped at one point, probably when he'd been data drained but it had become so difficult to tell the passage of time.

He shifted a little awkwardly as Haseo spoke, giving him a surprised look for his words. It resonated with him a little. He remembered being hunted by the knights, being blamed for chaos being brought to The World.

"It's no-one's fault except the person who brought us here," he added quietly but with intensity. "We can't blame ourselves or each other. That's probably what they want."

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"I..." There was no way Endrance could have possibly known what Tsukasa was going to say, but the words still hurt, and he tensed a bit more at the thought. It was truly frightening to think of everything that could happen in The World affecting someone in real life in the way Tsukasa had described. But...was it so different from AIDA? No. In the end, it wasn't that different; he remembered being able to feel the cool air in Indieglut Lugh, and of course, Mia's presence, there and steady and comforting. False comfort, but comfort all the same, or at least he had thought that was the case. He choked down another sob, this one harder to stifle than the last, then let the full impact of what Haseo and Tsukasa were both saying hit him. In the end...did it matter what this was? No. It didn't. What mattered was making sure everyone survived and got back home - to the real world, whatever that might be. Endrance didn't say anything, but looked up at both of them and nodded. The words wouldn't come out, but the look on his face said enough.

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Haseo couldn't deny he felt relieved when it seemed his impromptu speech had hit its mark at least a little. It seemed odd to take comfort in that odd sort of normalcy in such a dark place, but like he had just said, they could only work with what they had, right? ... Even if they got hurt or whatever else. He sighed and pulled the sweatshirt over the bandaged limb, over his head and other arm, then--

The off-and-on static issuing from the intercom changed, and immediately Haseo's hand was on his short sword, his body stiffening in surprise as he turned his head to the intercom system and then in every direction, as if the input of this "password" would be visible somewhere in that small room.

"What the hell?" he said, "Is that... binary?" There was a brief urge to try and write down the code, but it was already too late and the message was too garbled underneath the... singing. As the broadcast continued, he handed a mental point to the Institute's play in creepiness and applied himself to putting on the boots he'd found with renewed vigor. They were a weird style, but he couldn't argue with something like that- they were better than the 'standard issue' for patient-prisoners, and he'd take every advantage he could get.

"Listen." As the intercom began to die down, Haseo spoke over it, standing once more and regathering his possessions to hide his uneasiness. "I told Leon earlier on the-- bulletin board that we'd come by. M88." He cleared his throat and shifted, for a long moment staring at Endrance before turning to Tsukasa with his eyebrows slightly raised. "I assumed you guys were coming with me, so."