[Narrative] ULT Day 2: Restoration
At first he had refused the small syringe of antidote, but before he could stop himself he had taken one. Now he was sitting in one of the cells, alone, listening to others revel in the renewal of their abilities. Thomas felt no such pleasure as he stared at the syringe. Part of him wanted to smash it against the wall. Unlike the others, his power came with a price. While he had lived here the force of the Hunger had been just a little less overpowering. It was much easier to control.
Of course, it had also meant that his speed, strength, and regenerative powers had been severely limited. They were now in a situation where they needed all the strength and power they could get. Thomas had no illusions of himself as a hero of any sort, but there were people here that he cared about...wouldn't it be good to have his full potential back so that he could protect them? But, he was a monster, too. His abilities could just as easily cost the people on this ship their lives.
Thomas closed his eyes. He hated having to make this decision. If Evangeline or Lara were here they'd probably laugh at him for being so weak. Thomas could feel the Hunger on the edge of his mind, it was actually satisfied for once, since Thomas had fed on a few guards and spent time with that delicious number earlier that day. And what about Justine? It wasn't like the power suppressant was taking care of every thing that made Thomas a White Court, he knew he still received burns. If he met Justine again, like this, he still wouldn't be able to touch her.
He looked down at the syringe again, still lying in his hand. He stared at it long and hard, thinking about all the ramifications of either decision he made.
Finally, with a tired sigh, Thomas took the needle and pressed it to his skin. He just hoped this wasn't going to be a decision he regretted.