Day 46: Sun Room

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Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

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Sheena grumbled. "Nothing. Even if I were to marry a noble, which I wouldn't because they are shallow idiots that don't actually care about anyone but themselves, I'd still be Mizuho. They just wouldn't treat me like complete dirt in front of my husband. And half-elves are always half-elves. They can't buy up or anything, cause no human noble would dirty himself like that. Hell, even the Pope's own half-elf daughter is locked up doing research for the Academy. It might be better to think that the half-elves aren't even part of the caste system, but below it." Which kind of made Sheena uncomfortable because then that would actually put herself at the very bottom as Mizuho.

"And with the way things stand now, there aren't enough half-elves in Tethe'alla to really do anything like you're talking. They're such a low population that if they push, they'll just get killed. It's wrong, horribly wrong, because everyone should be treated equally - humans, half-elves, elves, dwarfs, ang--" Her voice faltered a moment before she reminded herself that they were all enemies. "and angels. They can't control the circumstances of their birth and no race is inherently inferior to another just because they have magic or whatnot."

It was still a little weird to Sheena to see the power structure so reversed on Sylvarant where the half-elves thought they were superior to the humans and lorded over them because they did have magic and humans did not.

"Creating a world where everyone if treated equally. given the same right to live and be happy, accepted for who they are, is what me and my friends are fighting for back home. It's like this place - there's too few half-elves to enact change on their own by generally rising up without help from people who are part of the larger populace, part of the power base, working with them, being sympathetic."