While he could hear the continuous sound of anger ringing through his ears from above, Henry sighed as he continued to descend down the stairs. The doctor took the time to look around his surroundings before moving onto the next floor. Remembering the building itself was five floors high, he deduced this was the fourth floor.
It felt rather spartan judging by the number of bunk beds around. The kind one would see at a mundane summer camp with very simple metallic frames that would easily creak under most human weights. There was a small pile of bedding that had the misfortune to lack a frame. Perhaps a reserve if the population capacity here was over the limit.
Finally Henry returned to the very floor he dropped off his burdens. It had this odd homely smell of fresh sheets as he walked around to observe the inside environment. The numerous bedrooms attached to each other felt like the twisting of a maze if one walked through them enough. He drew a nearby chair towards the bed where the girl lay.
It creaked under his weight as he brought up his right leg to rest upon the left thigh at his ankle. The plastic threateningly creaked again as Henry leaned back as he continued to leisurely examine the armor.
"Japanese?" he muttered to himself as he scanned down over from top to bottom. It appeared fairly bulky on her person. And yet she was capable of moving at higher speeds than he could as of now. There was this "distortion" enveloping her very body, perhaps that's what the armor was for.
Henry glanced over at the sheathed blade he had just set aside earlier. With a curious hand, he grasped it and unsheathed with another as he started to stand up and walk away at a safe distance. The blade glistened together with under what moonlight could peak through into the room. Almost inviting him to continue looking at its seductive curvature.
"Everybody and their grandmother wants one these days."
There seemed to be a lack of the hamon so characteristic of many Japanese katanas. Yet it had the shape of one while also lacking the actual diamond-patterned handle of one, the tsuka. It had a fairly good weight as he swung to the side in a chiburi-like motion. The slash caused a sharp whistle after swinging.
""How many did she kill with this?" Henry grimaced in thought as he finally sheathed the blade back into its sheath before setting it aside.
It could've easily been in the high-end of double digits given her physical capabilities and the armor. How many of her were there? Swinging their blades to sink into magus flesh, callously judging them as pure evil to be purged. It felt sickening. Henry looked back at her still slumbering face, wondering what dreams she might be having.
A painful sensation entered his head, causing him to grasp it painfully as he groaned. The discomfort grew into agony as he felt his very brain being dug into by a foreign object. Slowly digging into his gray matter in a deliberate manner to cause even more pain. His knees buckled down to meet the floor as his hand propped him up, preventing his face from hitting the ground.
"Not again..."
"Still trying to be the Good Samaritan, I see," he heard a mocking voice greet him over his shoulder.
Henry slowly looked up to see a dark silhouette, the pain still excruciating. It was life-like in movement as it calmly walked around him. Weightless in gait as each step did not give off any creaking.
"You know no matter how hard you try, you are still a monster."
The doctor's grimace tightened harder, ""That's exactly why I'm doing this."
"Sure. But what good has it done for you after all these years?," the shadow drawled as it continued to circle around him, "Four hundred years of running and killing from the very people you tried to help."
""Not everyone."
"But they screamed at you to leave. You have nothing. You left it all behind when you turned and ate them. Then why are you still clinging onto this? By what right do you have to be such a hypocrite?"
""I don't care," he grit out through his teeth, ""Leave."
It snorted at his answer. Then it laughed, its guffawing filling the room as Henry continued to stare at its formless figure. It gestured towards the comatose assassin with a shadowy limb.
"I swear you must a masochist in denial," it continued with an amused chuckle, "You have such a nice meal right in front of you, and yet you want to continue that horrid liquid diet anyway."
""I said leave," Henry growled threateningly.
It shrugged as a smile formed on its face, "Fine, jeez. Don't get your panties all tied up. I was just trying to say hi."
The shadows dissipated, disappearing from his sight as the moonlight flashed towards its position. The plastic of the chair creaked heavily as he sat back down again. Henry palmed his face from visible view for a moment before folding his fingers in front of him while leaning over as if he were praying.
""What a fucking night," he mumbled to himself.
OOC: I assumed the blade Amelia had was the one in her FC picture.
