Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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[dreamshielder]

....

[The faint sound of footsteps outside makes Haku pause and poke his head into the hallway to look.]

Battler.

[His voice isn't forceful enough to come across like he's asking the guy to stop running, but he's curious to see if Battler will continue to leave anyway.]

[boardreversal]

[He does stop, turning around with his mouth covered and still pale.]

...Yeah?

[It's muffled, but it's clear he's trying despite wanting to bolt.]

[dreamshielder]

[Ah. He stopped then. Haku steps all the way out into the hallway. His hands at least are clean, though there are definite traces of blood and grime staining the sleeves of his uniform still. It's gonna need a pretty thorough washing when its all said and done.]

The body. It was going to rot if it wasn't taken care of.

[Rot, grow maggots, be even more of a sight for the weak stomached to behold.]

Are you going to be okay?

[boardreversal]

N-No, I know that...

[He is grateful for the service provided, even if the smell... wasn't quite the same, lacking the aroma of burning chemicals.]

It's just....for me, this kind of smell...brings up some bad memories. Sorry if I worried you.

[It's a smell he associates with the murder of his family, after all.]

[dreamshielder]

[His expression softens at that. The smell of charring meat is distinctive to say the least, though not one Haku is unaccustomed to. This wouldn't be the first body he's disposed of, nor was it likely to be the last if the core's predictions about their futures was to be believed.]

I'm sorry for your bad memories. Seems like this place is determined to give all of us a few more of them.

[Which isn'tmeant to be dismissive, just an acknowledgement of fact.]

How's your injury from the trial?

could've sworn I sent this

[boardreversal]

It's fine...I'll just deal with them when they come up.

[Even as he tries not to remember all the deaths and murders of his family that accompanies that kind of smell...]

Ah - it's fine! You can't even see where the wound is....Morrison-san's future technology sure is amazing, huh?

/excavates this tag cuz i somehow lost the notif orz

[dreamshielder]

[It's interesting. Battler has such... visceral reactions to things. It's probably a mercy that he is unaffected by the miasma.]

It's all any of us can do. But I would still prefer not to cause others pain if I can avoid such a thing.

[But he does smile, hearing that there aren't any lingering injuries. At least physically speaking.]

Morrison-san's world is incomprehensible to me. They have moon colonies where humans and apes apparently coexist... for science. [Future, why are you like this.] ... but I am relieved to hear you're doing well.