Night 57: Medical Wing Hall

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[from here]He glanced idly at the doorways as they passed them, and yet still none read infirmary. "It's only a waste of time," he replied. "If you can't find them. Which would be a bit pathetic in a small building like this

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[Returning from here.]Stepping back out into the Medical Wing, Sechs had his mind focused on two things: keeping aware of his surroundings and his physical welfare. It was an unnerving concern; having been a nearly invincible cyborg before, Sechs still wasn't fully used to the extra vulnerabilities of an organic body. He didn't like it one bit

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His throat burned from swallowing those things down, but he tried to ignore it as much as possible. If it was going to help, then he had to try, right? It seemed a bit stupid to just pick something at random, but he couldn't exactly bear his heart out to Sechs when it seemed he had his own problems. Besides, he thought, Sechs needed more attention than Ritsuka did right now. He coughed once as he caught up to his companion, just barely getting the end of that question

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"Alright then," Sechs replied. Looking to his left, Sechs frowned at the low row of doors in the adjoining hallway. In his impatient opinion, there were too many rooms to go through in their search. He would save those for later if the next hall to his right proved to have nothing useful

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Flickers. That's how it started. Like shadows at the corners of his eyes that seemed to move unnaturally, but when he turned his head, he saw nothing. Ritsuka put a hand over his eyes, rubbing them with his thumb and forefinger as he followed after Sechs. He couldn't be tired, so what was it? Maybe it was just paranoia creeping in. Now that he was getting closer to his own goal, there was a chance that things could go wrong. It always seemed to do that with him and so he was cautious now when things went well. Which was sad, in a way. Most others would get optimistic