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"He's losing...!"
"Give him..."
"Move him to the medical...!"
"Cut open his suit..."
Ken manages to save Walt from being a monster chow, but Walt is still uncouncious from the explosion of his Genoace. The medical team is carting him as soon as he arrives.
"Holy shit! What is that..."
But as soon as they cut open his pilot suit...
Eyes.
Many eyes are staring from the flesh of Walt's left arm. Staring at the medical team, staring at the walls, staring at everything. The eyes are darting around jerkily in their sockets, blinking, looking left and right, up and down.
Needless to say, Walt moves straight to quarantine.
You might, or might not see all of these happening, since everything happens right on the hallways.
...
A few days later, you can see him sitting in his medical gown at Alhambra's medical bay cafeteria, staring intently at a cup of coffee, his body full of bandages. His left arm is wrapped like a mummy.
You might notice that other patients and staffs are trying to sit far away from him, leaving him a hole in the middle of a crowd.
Greet him?
"Give him..."
"Move him to the medical...!"
"Cut open his suit..."
Ken manages to save Walt from being a monster chow, but Walt is still uncouncious from the explosion of his Genoace. The medical team is carting him as soon as he arrives.
"Holy shit! What is that..."
But as soon as they cut open his pilot suit...
Eyes.
Many eyes are staring from the flesh of Walt's left arm. Staring at the medical team, staring at the walls, staring at everything. The eyes are darting around jerkily in their sockets, blinking, looking left and right, up and down.
Needless to say, Walt moves straight to quarantine.
You might, or might not see all of these happening, since everything happens right on the hallways.
...
A few days later, you can see him sitting in his medical gown at Alhambra's medical bay cafeteria, staring intently at a cup of coffee, his body full of bandages. His left arm is wrapped like a mummy.
You might notice that other patients and staffs are trying to sit far away from him, leaving him a hole in the middle of a crowd.
Greet him?
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Oh, it's that young lady who want to make a difference. How can I help you, miss?
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Does it hurt...?
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Except... if you're talking about my left arm?
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[Setsuko takes a deep breath - and takes a step forward. She'll sit next to Walt, even if it might be a big mistake.]
I heard some people whispering. That... something has infected you, and will take you over now. Or has already did.
But you are still Lt Schmertz, aren't you?
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But yes, I'm pretty sure I'm still me. The doctors thought so, at least. According to them, these... things aren't connected to anything, and they're just weird tumours.
I guess that's not helping much, isn't it?
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Well, I'm just glad you are safe! So many other people aren't...
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But I understand how it feels. I'm sorry...
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