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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Oct 15, 2004 08:34 p.m.):[/b] He watched her leave, angry and a little guilty, but he didn't go after her. He didn't sleep, either. When the lights came on in the morning, he went straight to the guard booth and asked to speak with the administrator. The guard on duty seemed amused by his request, but after a couple of hours a bored, irritated orderly came into the waiting area and asked what he wanted. "I want to see my doctor." The orderly glanced down at the chart he was carrying and the looked up, unsurprised. "You don't have a doctor yet, Terrence. It'll be a few months before they assign you one. Once you get one, you get a review every six months to see if you're ready for therapy." He counted up the months in his head and then left without saying anything else. The orderly didn't stop him. He came back the next day and made the same request, and the guard nodded to acknowledge his request, but he didn't make any movements to call upstairs as he had yesterday. Nathan waited an hour, three hours, seven hours. The guard was replaced. The lights went out. He waited. The lights came on, and the original guard came back and looked at him with surprise, and then picked up the phone. This time four orderlies came, including the one he'd spoken to two days ago, and there was almost no delay. "I told you, Terrence," said the familiar orderly, almost reasonably. "You're just going to have to wait. Go on back to your room and let the guard do his job." There was a long, long moment where they watched each other, and then Nathan made himself look away. Walking away was harder, but he did it, all the way back to his empty room. [i]I'm not leaving.[/i] He thought a long time. He thought about Battleschool, and about Anjelice. He thought about Wick, briefly. He thought about Cassius and Wylie and Hawk. He thought about the battleroom and flying. He thought about his parents and the chapel and the harvest. He thought about everything he wouldn't get to see again, and subtracted it from the whole of his life and looked at the remainder. Stone walls, armed guards and Katera Quistin. It was now apparent to him why she'd sought him out when it was obvious she didn't want to see him. She already knew she wasn't leaving, and he was the only person she thought she knew. He wasn't going to let himself be drawn into that cycle. He wasn't going to be like her and accept his fate. He was going to leave, one way or another. He wasn't going to [i]settle[/i]. These were the thoughts that occupied him for the next few days as he made a purposeful exploration of the boundaries. There were seven major sections - two for the sleeping quarters, two for the bathrooms, one for the central open area where the guard station and the elevator were, one for the dining area and one for the rec room. The sleeping quarters were the hardest to explore. Most of them were occupied. He contented himself with exploring the empty ones, and made a mental list of the ones he had to skip. He moved at a comfortable walk and took him time, and though he didn't find anything even remotely promising it made him feel more in control. He started the circuit again, going yet more slowly, looking without touching. It took him much longer, and by the time he finished almost three weeks had passed. He saw Kat every now and then, at a distance, but he tried to keep her from seeing him. He was walking the hallway from the rec room to the main room when he heard the voices, Kat's defiant treble over a stranger's bass. His pace slowed and his breath quickened, but he stepped close enough to the entrance to look around the corner. Kat stood against the wall, almost entirely obscured by a larger male figure. His hard was dark and unkempt, and his shoulderes looked bulky under the scrubs. He was older, maybe late twenties. Charybdis made it hard to tell. The man had Kat cornered, his arms slightly outspread, and he was saying something to her too softly for Nathan to hear. She screeched a reply and struck at his arm, but he didn't move it. Nathan watched them, watched her bat unsuccessfully at her captor, and listened to the man say a few more words. Part of him was screaming for him to interfere, that she was in trouble and that she needed his help, but an increasingly larger segment told him he didn't have to. He could stand here and he could watch, and nothing bad would happen to him because of it...and that he was more important than anyone else here, including Katera. She didn't give him anything for his trouble over protecting her. She never had. She took and rarely offered thanks, never offered any sort of real gratitude or friendship. She didn't trust him enough for that, and for once he felt like living up to her opinion of him. He watched her eyes get wider, wilder as the man continued to whisper at her. The tone sounded suggestive, but he didn't move any closer to hear it. The man finally reached directly for her, and Kat kicked him hard in the stomach and then ducked fast under his arm, and then she was off down the other corridor and out of sight. The man watched her go, his hand on his stomach. He kept looking after she was out of sight, and his hand dropped below his stomach. Nathan turned away and walked back the way he'd come. [i]Not my problem anymore, Kat. You're the big shot. You cover your own ass.[/i][/quote]
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