damned_institute | Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

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He really had beat the rush. Suzaku found a chair as close to the corner and as far from the bulletin as he could, and turned it to face the wall before curling up in it. His nurse frowned at him again, but she was still being cooperative, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say in the slightest. He didn't care even if he got sedated. All he cared about was finally having a few moments to himself, to sort out what Euphie's love meant and what the hell Lelouch's problem was.

It felt like he had all the pieces of a puzzle and was just too stupid to figure out how they fit together. What Lelouch had said about Shirley at breakfast and the tone he'd taken with Euphie on the board, Lelouch asking how Suzaku was, Lelouch dying. . . "All we can do is move forward and look out for the ones we care about." Euphie struggling to get out her last words, pain overtaking Suzaku's consciousness while he fought pathetically to carry out Lelouch's order. . . The last couple days, when he'd felt like he was finally figuring this out, seemed so far away now.

There were a couple things that were certain, at least: he hated what Lelouch had done, he always would. But he -- he didn't hate Lelouch, and he hadn't for a while now, and that wasn't going to change. And he didn't have much time, because everyone but Suzaku was terrifyingly mortal. And Lelouch was an idiot, but he still wasn't sure about the how and why of that one yet.

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Dairine nodded her head slowly. She'd been there, but the night had seemed to blur by, and she didn't get back with anything of value for Spot. And then she grinned. "Anything that makes trouble for Landel is fine by me."

Then she looked troubled when the possible 'reboot' came up. "A reboot of the facility? I don't see how that would..." She went over it all in her head. "Rebooted aside from the patients, obviously. But I still don't feel like this is a clean slate." She shrugged again. "I wouldn't mind if that I.R.I.S. booted back up and ran the place, really.

"Want to meet up sometime tonight? You might be able to find something wrong with Spot that I'm not seeing - I barely have any power here." The end of that sentence was bitter.

"Nothing like the previous time," Renamon agreed. "But it's becoming difficult to apply logical definitions to the things that transpire here." This sentence was largely ignored--despite the truth of the matter, Renamon could not just accept that fact. There were theories, ways... things that could apply given enough time, and that in itself was rejected. She needed more information.

The bitterness was noted and not spoken on. She understood the feeling entirely. The time when Dairine had been able to call fire reminded Renamon exactly what she was missing here, and that bitterness had sat in her mouth for a time. Despite her limited knowledge of the actual workings of computers, Renamon nodded once. "Of course. I'll do my best to assist you." It was something sacred to both of them, a computer with possibility. And like most things here, they needed to find a specific thing to bring forth what they needed.

Renamon paused, then frowned. A moment later she flipped open her notebook and scanned a page. She looked up to lightly smile at Dairine. "What's your room number? I seem to be lacking it."

"F26," Dairine said promptly. "And any help - any help at all - would be really great." It still wounded her pride to ask for help, even though it shouldn'tve. She had no problem asking help from fellow wizards, and Renamon was as close as she was likely to get here. She trusted Renamon, which was more than she could say for most of the residents here.

She grinned again, that fierce grin that Roshaun and Kit and Nita and Sker'ret and her fellow wizards had learned to recognize as determination and fearlessness. "See you tonight."

Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

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[oh, fml. life hates me.]