Hmph. He had forgotten about the nurses, but even the reminder of their transformations wasn't surprising. Was everything in this world forced to undergo those horrific changes at night? Were they the only ones immune?
He could feel his chest grow cold and his fingers curl into his palms as his mind ran away with an alternative scenario: Next-Wave was meant to force its victims into perceiving what they were programed to. He'd seen it in the nurses when Iris had spoken instead of Landel. He'd seen it in the visitors and the civilians in town. He had enough paranoia with the information he'd gathered from Alkaid and the hypothesis made that this were some holographic construct being overlayed on what was actually real.
What if you're already seeing what they want you to? What if you don't realize it? What if they only look like monsters to you?
What if Master Zato is the same as them?
His eyes found themselves focusing on a gaggle of nurses in the distance, as if will itself would be enough to see through them and prove the idea wrong. He ended up shaking his head to himself. It was ridiculous. He was overthinking the matter - it couldn't possibly be true. They could never do that, not to--...
His attention went back to Sora when he began to speak about his personal experience with the program. "I remember that day," he mused, more to himself than his company. Bridget had mentioned the sudden changes in most of the patients, much to Venom's own incredulousness that something of that scale would happen without him noticing it himself. He had mostly forgotten about the incident, really; at least aside from scant memories of the teenager who had attacked Edward.
He didn't want to believe something like that could affect him, but... Sora had been here for a very long time. Somehow, he's managed to avoid the same fate of all the others who've disappeared. If they could manipulate even him...
He could tell the memory was an unhappy one. The boy may not even be willing to speak of it in more detail, but the question needed to be asked - if Sora really did believe in doing whatever it took for the greater good, he'd understand. "Can you tell me what you remember from that day?"
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He could feel his chest grow cold and his fingers curl into his palms as his mind ran away with an alternative scenario: Next-Wave was meant to force its victims into perceiving what they were programed to. He'd seen it in the nurses when Iris had spoken instead of Landel. He'd seen it in the visitors and the civilians in town. He had enough paranoia with the information he'd gathered from Alkaid and the hypothesis made that this were some holographic construct being overlayed on what was actually real.
What if you're already seeing what they want you to? What if you don't realize it? What if they only look like monsters to you?
What if Master Zato is the same as them?
His eyes found themselves focusing on a gaggle of nurses in the distance, as if will itself would be enough to see through them and prove the idea wrong. He ended up shaking his head to himself. It was ridiculous. He was overthinking the matter - it couldn't possibly be true. They could never do that, not to--...
His attention went back to Sora when he began to speak about his personal experience with the program. "I remember that day," he mused, more to himself than his company. Bridget had mentioned the sudden changes in most of the patients, much to Venom's own incredulousness that something of that scale would happen without him noticing it himself. He had mostly forgotten about the incident, really; at least aside from scant memories of the teenager who had attacked Edward.
He didn't want to believe something like that could affect him, but... Sora had been here for a very long time. Somehow, he's managed to avoid the same fate of all the others who've disappeared. If they could manipulate even him...
He could tell the memory was an unhappy one. The boy may not even be willing to speak of it in more detail, but the question needed to be asked - if Sora really did believe in doing whatever it took for the greater good, he'd understand. "Can you tell me what you remember from that day?"