Night 47: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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So far, so good. Kairi tried to move as quietly as she could, not wanting to attract any kind of baddies that could be lurking in the shadows. ... And lest she forget actually crazy patients. Then again, she doubted she'd ever forget that incident.

Oh well, she was almost there. No time to think about past injuries.

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Ah… she wished it was just a bad dream. For him, for everyone. Maybe, though, Ranulf would wake up back where he belonged and believed everything so far had just been a bad joke of his unconscious; even if Tsubaki wasn’t convinced those who left suddenly were returned to their homes safe and sound, she could still hope it happened.

She nodded again, pertly.

When Ranulf thanked her, the tone of her smile became softer. She felt like what little she’d done had been the least anyone could do. This place was a prison, both strange and dangerous--it’d be the height of narrow-mindedness for her to be so bent on her own escape that she didn’t try to help others who found themselves here, like Hikaru and Kaoru had done for her not that long ago. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s enough that I could explain some of it before you were alone for too long.” She regretted she couldn’t do much more than that to relief more of his suffering, but it was out of her power. That’d have to come with finally stopping the Head Doctor and whoever else might be involved in the Institute.

The question of just what he did as a guide was on Tsubaki’s lips, however it seemed like her words had come to foreshadow the inevitable. Before she knew it, the night was over.