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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Shinji stiffened, his body tensing when Kaworu mentioned his death. A fresh feeling of guilt swept over him and when his shoulders finally fell, he looked a bit more miserable then before. A death he had caused. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He hadn't wanted to hurt Toji. He hadn't wanted to kill Kaworu. And he'd had to anyway. The soft brush of Kaworu's fingers against his own brought some comfort, but it wasn't enough. Not for him.

He glanced up, looking between the two uneasily as Kaworu spoke of Asuka "surviving". If comatose and unresponsive could be called survival, anyway. He eyed Asuka, hoping she wouldn't probe much further. He didn't think he could lie very well.

"Experiments...?" Shinji interjected, "...you mean like... the tests at NERV?"

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Unknown. She wasn't really surprised. The second child could understand Shinji being here, but her presence was clearly a mistake. But to have caught all three of them... something didn't add up. So then maybe the patients weren't supposed to know the reason for capture. It made it all the more terrifying for the victims, knowing this could all just be for appeasing a sick fetish of their kidnappers. Yeah, pretty terrifying, she had to admit.

"His [i]destiny[/i]?" Whatever Kaworu had alluded to concerning her 'survival' was forgotten for this more alarming information. Shinji had a destiny, huh? Well, if it encompassed his usual cowering for survival then he was right on track and Asuka wouldn't lose sleep over it. But these experiments didn't sound very settling. "Mmmm..." The redhead doubted they were anything simple like NERV's experiments, but she looked to the white-haired boy for more information. If he had any.

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"No, it is not like NERV," Kaworu clarified. "Experiments are different when the only concern that the one in power has is the pursuit of their own curiosity. When one knows that their methods will never be judged, and their subject has no voice, there is no reason to restrain themselves."

He had only heard brief implications, through scraps of paper, but even those had stopped. The whispers still supported all he had heard and seen, but nothing as as direct anymore.

"It is different amongst others on our level, at least with some Lilim," he continued. "There are those who have been kind to me, who I would call friends."

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Shinji went back to being a silent observer, stifling in his own insecurities and fears. The more he heard about this place, the less he liked it. Too much like NERV, too much like his father. Poking, prodding, forcing people to do things, forcing him to do things. He wrapped his arms around his head and stared at the floor. Maybe it would all go away. Maybe.