That had been...unsettling, to say the least. Once the lights were out, though, Endrance quickly figured out the mechanics of getting into what should be a physically impossible outfit, and let out a relieved sigh. That was so much better that it wasn't even funny. Even if the outfit was a little different than he'd thought it would actually feel, he felt like something was right that hadn't been.

Once he'd made the last adjustments, he took Haseo's sword and his own pipe from the closet, then headed out, but not without stopping for a moment. What had he been thinking a few minutes ago? That brainwashing had better not be catching...

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