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"M-my nervousness startled a spirit when I was eleven, aaand they tried to rip my eyes out." Sebastian's voice was shaky the whole time, it was an incident he didn't enjoy talking about too much, and it gave hints at why he wore his blindfold all the time.
"No, cat..." He really didn't want to touch the poor thing, and was angry that he didn't have any direction of help.
"Right." Sebastian wasn't quite sure how to get to the group therapy room from the current room, so he simply followed the sound of the man walking, eventually getting ot the room and taking a moment to find his seat. He heard the conversation going on, but didn't want to be any part of it.
The guard had a point, he wouldn't really be expected to know everything about what's going on. Adrian found their way to the edge of their bed, "Fair enough."
Reluctantly, Trill backed away from the cat,t o the other side of the room.
"Alright." Sebastian responded, glancing over at the boulder where the frost biter was looking beforehand. It was probably the safest bet to let her take care of this. He was interested in what she had to say.
Trill was not about to go near the cat. To be honest, they had never had contact with another organism since their disease manifested itself, so he didn't know if it could spread to the creature or not. Besides, that thing was liable to tear his arm off, after what he had just been through.
"I cannot speak for anyone else here, but my trial was over easily a year ago, and they had been trying to find ways to deal with me since then. Unless someone here is recent enough to still be going through their hearings, I do not believe excuses for the doctor are warranted." Since Adrian had multiple life sentences hanging over their head, it's not like they were in any rush. They did believe in arriving on time, however.
Hearing the other inmate talk, it was nice to connect a voice to a possible crime.
Wherever that door lead to, it was the only thing he could do, really. He walked through the door, terrified of what might come of it.
Now, Trill's home wasn't the greatest, far from it, but at least hands didn't come out of the ground. He was getting pretty frustrated with having no explanation of any of this, and stood at the ready for anything else.
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