[Well, for all his god killer talk before, a certain someone is sitting in the chapel.]
[He has his eyes closed, his hands clasped in his lap.]
[Even though he's sitting calmly, the tension in his shoulders is as stiff as stiff can be. Irene in crow form on his shoulder caws as Kim approaches.]
One would hope it isn't real. But I can't say that maybe something like that doesn't exist. A facility where children are experimented on, like animals.
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[He has his eyes closed, his hands clasped in his lap.]
[Even though he's sitting calmly, the tension in his shoulders is as stiff as stiff can be. Irene in crow form on his shoulder caws as Kim approaches.]
...Really quite a pretty place, isn't it?
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Yes.
Pretty, and cold.
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[States it, like a matter of fact.]
...Where did you put Miss Rika?
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I wonder if she'll go over to where our dead are.
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[He seems to be pondering the logistics of that, pausing that train of thought only to add:]
I hope so.
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[And then hope she's over on the other side.]
She didn't deserve any of that.
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I'm sorry you had to go through... whatever that was.
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[He just looks...blank, again.]
One would hope it isn't real. But I can't say that maybe something like that doesn't exist. A facility where children are experimented on, like animals.
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It sounds monstrous.
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[...]
I...was made to think like them, for a while. And all I could see was...numbers. That's all children were to them. Just numbers.
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Kim reaches a hand over to place on Sholmes's. Assuming it's not phantom-bleeding or something.]
I don't know what to say... That's horrible. God.