[ With everything that has happened, Sinclair doesn't count on mercy from anyone. There are long days spent in a cell, as Geroy and Limbus go back and forth...the leaders of Limbus don't seem to mind at least.
"You wanted a weapon far superior to anyone else. Someone with the strength, loyalty, judgement to make decisions and act upon it."
"Don't bullshit us, the grave mole girls-"
"Ah, those two. Their handler is alive, is she not? I wonder, the girl who was meant to act as his...what happened to her again? We gave you his profile on how to maximise his potential. And yet..."
There's a dark undercurrent there, a territory no one wanted to cross just yet. Sinclair doesn't pay much attention to it, pushing pieces along a chessboard as one of the researchers tries to get him into a game. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want Geroy near him.
What he wants is--
Sinclair opens his eyes and finds himself staring at the familiar ceiling of an operating room again. This time though, he's being wheeled out. Had he been under anaesthesia this time?
He closes his eyes, and makes his escape to a familiar name in an empty room. The messages from the other knights? He'll sort them later.]
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"You wanted a weapon far superior to anyone else. Someone with the strength, loyalty, judgement to make decisions and act upon it."
"Don't bullshit us, the grave mole girls-"
"Ah, those two. Their handler is alive, is she not? I wonder, the girl who was meant to act as his...what happened to her again? We gave you his profile on how to maximise his potential. And yet..."
There's a dark undercurrent there, a territory no one wanted to cross just yet. Sinclair doesn't pay much attention to it, pushing pieces along a chessboard as one of the researchers tries to get him into a game. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want Geroy near him.
What he wants is--
Sinclair opens his eyes and finds himself staring at the familiar ceiling of an operating room again. This time though, he's being wheeled out. Had he been under anaesthesia this time?
He closes his eyes, and makes his escape to a familiar name in an empty room. The messages from the other knights? He'll sort them later.]
...Oria.