Again, Sora had little idea what he was talking about. Despite the disappointment resulting from this, Venom kept himself composed, his fingers being the only outward sign of movement as they tapped along his arm. Perhaps if he reminded him, it would bring an idea to the surface. "It's what they're using to try and control us, Sora. The patients." And, in what would be Martin Landel's fatal mistake, "The visitors as well."
He was going to regret making that mistake. He was going to regret the day he dared touch Master Zato and his memories. He was going to regret putting himself in between them.
Back on topic, Venom.
The Guild Head sighed, briefly taking a moment to press his palm against his aching forehead, then continued. "I admit I didn't understand at first, but from what I remember of the messages, Next-Wave is the main program and draw of the Institute; a tool for 're-education'. If it isn't a red herring, it's an appropriate hypothesis as any to assume that regardless of further goals and justifications for these actions," after the discussion with Alkaid, he was not going to bring up that sponsorship and the implications thereof. He was not, "the end result of these Next-Wave experiments all ultimately end in brainwashing their victims to perceive what the institute wants. If this is true, it implies that not only are the visitors past victims as Iris claimed, but maybe even those in the town nearby."
The hand on his head moved to brush aside a part of his bangs behind an ear, allowing him to fix the boy with one cold eye. "You said the townsfolk changed that night. Despite that, however, they reappeared the week after and easily bought into the ill-convinced story the institute has fed them. They blame the patients for this incident, regardless of all evidence to the contrary." The next words out of his mouth were personal information. Everything in the look he gave the teenager showed that he was not going to accept any questions as to how he knew this. "They were in the same, undead condition last night. If that is their true form, or if they are subjected to transforming into those creatures at nightfall, they don't know what they are."
...He lowered his head, his hair falling with the motion to cover anything that had been exposed. "If it's connected and I'm correct - which I don't claim to be - they want us to be next. Perhaps not to the exact fate of those in the town, but it's enough." He turned his head back up, leaving only that large glyph to stare intensely at the shorter male. "But there has to be a way to reverse its effects. Otherwise, the phenomenon of reappearing patients wouldn't occur.
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He was going to regret making that mistake. He was going to regret the day he dared touch Master Zato and his memories. He was going to regret putting himself in between them.
Back on topic, Venom.
The Guild Head sighed, briefly taking a moment to press his palm against his aching forehead, then continued. "I admit I didn't understand at first, but from what I remember of the messages, Next-Wave is the main program and draw of the Institute; a tool for 're-education'. If it isn't a red herring, it's an appropriate hypothesis as any to assume that regardless of further goals and justifications for these actions," after the discussion with Alkaid, he was not going to bring up that sponsorship and the implications thereof. He was not, "the end result of these Next-Wave experiments all ultimately end in brainwashing their victims to perceive what the institute wants. If this is true, it implies that not only are the visitors past victims as Iris claimed, but maybe even those in the town nearby."
The hand on his head moved to brush aside a part of his bangs behind an ear, allowing him to fix the boy with one cold eye. "You said the townsfolk changed that night. Despite that, however, they reappeared the week after and easily bought into the ill-convinced story the institute has fed them. They blame the patients for this incident, regardless of all evidence to the contrary." The next words out of his mouth were personal information. Everything in the look he gave the teenager showed that he was not going to accept any questions as to how he knew this. "They were in the same, undead condition last night. If that is their true form, or if they are subjected to transforming into those creatures at nightfall, they don't know what they are."
...He lowered his head, his hair falling with the motion to cover anything that had been exposed. "If it's connected and I'm correct - which I don't claim to be - they want us to be next. Perhaps not to the exact fate of those in the town, but it's enough." He turned his head back up, leaving only that large glyph to stare intensely at the shorter male. "But there has to be a way to reverse its effects. Otherwise, the phenomenon of reappearing patients wouldn't occur.
"I don't suppose you have any ideas, do you?"