Sechs' rambunctious pace faltered at Taura's remark. Kill Landel... He hadn't thought of that -- of course it was something he always thought about ever since he first learned about the Head Doctor! It was just that such cravings for revenge were always a far-fetched daydream which Sechs had just begun to lose hope of ever achieving. Just catching a glimpse of the elusive Landel was something Sechs could only imagine and then not totally believe when he actually did see the doctor himself during his ousting by the military. The Master of the Institute was more of a untouchable force than an actual human being, only giving samples of his presence through his daily announcements and the inescapable institute he controlled. To think that the opportunity to actually confront Landel in the flesh was possible felt... surreal.
So surreal in fact, that Sechs' toothy grin shrunk into a troubled scowl. He didn't want to miss the chance of getting his revenge -- but what if his friends needed help getting out of the institute? Sechs couldn't stand the idea of his allies spending another day trapped in that prison or dying there before they even got the chance to escape. But then what if Landel escaped to torment them another day? Even worse, what if Sechs could only choose one desire over the other?
"I want him dead too," Sechs finally growled, keeping his eyes focused on the path ahead like a predator on the hunt. There was no time to stop and think or turn back. "Whatever happens and whoever does it, Landel has to be stopped."
Getting over that mental hurdle, Sechs recovered his pace and caught up with Taura. He was beginning to notice a change in the structure of the tunnel walls around them. With each dashing step forward, the rigid concrete and steel passing by crumbled and morphed into disordered rock and earth. The train rails beneath their feet became less numerous and disjointed, giving way to a muddy path leading away from man-made charters. The air was getting wetter and heavier, adding droplets of water to the sweat on his skin. There were even splotches of moss to be seen amongst the damp rocks. These signs told Sechs that they were approaching the next step in their journey.
"We must be getting closer to that underground lake Marc mentioned," Sechs observed, his gruff voice creating odd echoes throughout the ancient caverns. As they drew closer, Sechs felt his powers gradually drain away, slowing him down to the unsatisfying speed of an injured human. "Damnit!" he hissed, pausing to catch his breath and rub at his aching wounds. "My abilities are starting to go! Landel must still be in power then..."
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So surreal in fact, that Sechs' toothy grin shrunk into a troubled scowl. He didn't want to miss the chance of getting his revenge -- but what if his friends needed help getting out of the institute? Sechs couldn't stand the idea of his allies spending another day trapped in that prison or dying there before they even got the chance to escape. But then what if Landel escaped to torment them another day? Even worse, what if Sechs could only choose one desire over the other?
"I want him dead too," Sechs finally growled, keeping his eyes focused on the path ahead like a predator on the hunt. There was no time to stop and think or turn back. "Whatever happens and whoever does it, Landel has to be stopped."
Getting over that mental hurdle, Sechs recovered his pace and caught up with Taura. He was beginning to notice a change in the structure of the tunnel walls around them. With each dashing step forward, the rigid concrete and steel passing by crumbled and morphed into disordered rock and earth. The train rails beneath their feet became less numerous and disjointed, giving way to a muddy path leading away from man-made charters. The air was getting wetter and heavier, adding droplets of water to the sweat on his skin. There were even splotches of moss to be seen amongst the damp rocks. These signs told Sechs that they were approaching the next step in their journey.
"We must be getting closer to that underground lake Marc mentioned," Sechs observed, his gruff voice creating odd echoes throughout the ancient caverns. As they drew closer, Sechs felt his powers gradually drain away, slowing him down to the unsatisfying speed of an injured human. "Damnit!" he hissed, pausing to catch his breath and rub at his aching wounds. "My abilities are starting to go! Landel must still be in power then..."
[To here.]