Sechs woke with a start. He was back in his bed, covered with the usual extra blankets and clothed in the same despicable uniform. It was no longer dark, and for a dizzying moment, Sechs confusedly looked over his pillow to find the source of the angry voice. That couldn't have been his new roommate... It sounded more like...
"He's going to DIE in your OWN HANDS!" the drug furiously hissed, its voice sounding almost alien in its monstrous rage, "He can't help you forever--"
"Shut up."
The terrible voice went quiet from Sechs' drowsy demand, but not without leaving a spark of pain to jolt him out of bed. Grunting, Sechs pulled himself out of the covers and gingerly rubbed at his sore back. Geeze, what the heck was that about?!
It didn't take long before last night's events rapidly trickled into his head. He was so close to dying last night, but Kibitoshin's ki energy saved him, sending the drug to cower in the deep tissues of Sechs' spine. Kibitoshin's efforts didn't destroy the poison, but it knocked its control off its host. No wonder the dark psyche was so pissed off! That could only have meant one thing:
He had found one of the drug's weaknesses.
Despite having nearly been suffocated to death and becoming all distracted by the language swap cast by Landel, Sechs felt the night before hadn't been a total waste. Sure, he didn't get to have any fights, and the question about whether he was truly visited by his Original the day before was still unanswered; but just knowing that there was a chance of fighting back his ailment, even if it were just temporary, gave Sechs the vigor needed to face the day with a (slightly) straighter posture as he entered the cafeteria.
Eager to fill his empty stomach, Sechs was swift to grab as many sausages and bacon as the nurses allowed him, even catering to their demands that he have at least one slice of French toast, but that piece was promptly smothered by all the meat Sechs gathered. Once having picked a spot to sit, Sechs' concerns over the drug's death threats faded away as most of his brain power went into eating, making a big mess of himself as he attacked his meal.
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Sechs woke with a start. He was back in his bed, covered with the usual extra blankets and clothed in the same despicable uniform. It was no longer dark, and for a dizzying moment, Sechs confusedly looked over his pillow to find the source of the angry voice. That couldn't have been his new roommate... It sounded more like...
"He's going to DIE in your OWN HANDS!" the drug furiously hissed, its voice sounding almost alien in its monstrous rage, "He can't help you forever--"
"Shut up."
The terrible voice went quiet from Sechs' drowsy demand, but not without leaving a spark of pain to jolt him out of bed. Grunting, Sechs pulled himself out of the covers and gingerly rubbed at his sore back. Geeze, what the heck was that about?!
It didn't take long before last night's events rapidly trickled into his head. He was so close to dying last night, but Kibitoshin's ki energy saved him, sending the drug to cower in the deep tissues of Sechs' spine. Kibitoshin's efforts didn't destroy the poison, but it knocked its control off its host. No wonder the dark psyche was so pissed off! That could only have meant one thing:
He had found one of the drug's weaknesses.
Despite having nearly been suffocated to death and becoming all distracted by the language swap cast by Landel, Sechs felt the night before hadn't been a total waste. Sure, he didn't get to have any fights, and the question about whether he was truly visited by his Original the day before was still unanswered; but just knowing that there was a chance of fighting back his ailment, even if it were just temporary, gave Sechs the vigor needed to face the day with a (slightly) straighter posture as he entered the cafeteria.
Eager to fill his empty stomach, Sechs was swift to grab as many sausages and bacon as the nurses allowed him, even catering to their demands that he have at least one slice of French toast, but that piece was promptly smothered by all the meat Sechs gathered. Once having picked a spot to sit, Sechs' concerns over the drug's death threats faded away as most of his brain power went into eating, making a big mess of himself as he attacked his meal.