re_alignment_logs | Hallways always [OPEN]

who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.

The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.

Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.

She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.

So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.

She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.

Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.

Everything. Ruined.

She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.

But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.

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All by chance or all for entertainment. How familiar that sounded.

"And with these Firstforged accessible, no answers have been given? How strange."

Saber hadn't been around long, but she still had heard of this Overlord several times, and then there had been the Glyphless. Dangerous situations kept rising due to those being brought here, so it very well could be random.

And very well could be not.

It didn't sit well with the knight, displayed by the slight annoyance showing in her eyes as she glanced from the one resting.

"Forgive me. I was hoping I'd be able to acquire information from you that I couldn't from the others. This was hardly an appropriate time to ask."

"They seem to be just as in the dark as we are," She shrugs, "They're keeping something from us though, I know it. They've kept things in the past."

Not to call them a bunch of liars but...

Well. She's calling them a bunch of liars.

Vandal sighs, laying back, rubbing a shaking, bandaged hand through her hair.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. Honestly you can ask me whatever you want long as you don't leave me alone."

Well that came out before she could think better of it. So what? She's fucking scared. Who could blame her?

"I can tell you haven't rested. If you'd like, you can rest and I will remain here until you fully dismiss me."

The woman looked rather poor, and really should be sleeping, but undoubtedly sleeping would not come easy. So, Saber offered her companionship and presence even if the woman was asleep.

The knight nodded once, as is confirming her own words. Shifting in the chair, the knight sat up once again in the chair, but allowed her shoulders to drop. It was best to become comfortable as soon as possible.

Nice lady. Vandal adds one more to her count of knights she's friends with. Because that seems to be a thing with her. Wing and Drift and Sir Soundwave. She feels weak for it, but she nods gratefully.

Usually she'd have refused, but exhaustion and paranoia are much stronger than what scraps of her pride she has left.

"Thank you. Maybe just. For a little while."

She settles, allowing herself to start drifting off.

Hallways always [OPEN]

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poor vandal ;o;

she's a sadsack. Thus is the case of a horro game character.