Moving his blue eyes to Takara, seeing her holding out a cup of water. Reaching out to grab it, Clark nods his head lightly. "Thank you," bringing the cup to his lips, taking a sip of water. Moving the cup from his face, holding it with both hands as he stares into his drink. "and, well, admittedly, no. I am not okay," he furrows his brows once more; but not into a fierce glare.
"I'm...I'm not sure who's word to trust at this moment. Either I trust the word of a possible maniac," his hands shake a bit, "or trust the words of doctors...doctors who are likely hiding things from us." Clark closes his eyes, bringing the cup to his face to take another sip. "I don't know if this is my reporter's instincts or...well, this Superman's life experience. All that's certain...something isn't right."
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"Your own... Superman...?" Eno said, repeating Elijah's words quietly to himself.
His gaze turned to Clark for a moment, recalling the persona he had been rehabilitated of. Though... Clark was far from the only one here who thought they were some kind of hero.
And in some ways, he envied them.
Mephisto was no hero. He was... An abomination, someone twisted both physically and mentally, destined to become a special kind of catastrophe. He shuddered to think what would happen, if he truly was Mephisto.
But yet, he couldn't help but be haunted by Elijah's words. At least until Takara spoke up, her words making him recall someone. Someone who made the very air around her warm, someone who always knew what to say.
She brought him to meet others too, including that cold woman who sang to him, and... There was someone else... Someone who had been there for him since his childhood.
Eno stiffened, realizing he had almost come close to relapsing. Those weren't his memories. Those were Mephistos.
Quickly, he tried to take Takara's suggestion, turning his gaze to his former classmate, Chloe Winders. They were friends, and had been since his childhood.
Though he was somewhat of a loner in school, she was one of the few friends he had made, and kept all this time.
And perhaps... They could return to that life soon.
After all, they were better, right?
It was just Elijah who needed some extra work...
Shaking his head, he took a few deep breaths, and managed a smile.
"Thank you, Takara. I was worried I would relapse again." He said, though he turned to Clark, his expression shifting to more of a frown.
"Perhaps... We shouldn't think about our delusions anymore. We wouldn't want a relapse when our time here's almost done, right?" He added.
But even as he spoke, that uneasy feeling was coming back. Though at least the pain hadn't set in this time.
Just as long as he kept thinking about his life before his delusions, maybe... Just maybe... He'd be fine...
Hagusa took the offered cup from Takara with a muttered 'thanks', before blinking at something she said.
A person they liked? The first person to come to mind was...Mizuchi. God, it felt like it's been far too long since he saw her. She was a close friend, despite their tendency to argue as well as the fact that she was usually a little on the mean side when they first met.
Blushing, he brought the cup to his lips and drank from it, letting it sit in both of his hands as he glanced into it momentarily.
'When I get out of here, the first people I'll look for is Mizuchi and my sister...' he thought to himself, his blush having subsided. Looking for them was better than seeing Kouto's dumb face in his opinion. Maybe he could ask Dr. Staples if that was possible?
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Clark would agree with a 'yes' or 'nod', but instead, he stayed silent and stared intently at his water. Returning it towards his face, the journalist takes another sip. A sigh escapes his lips, lifting his head up and turning to Eno. "We have more pressing matters," he says, gesturing to Elijah for the moment. "Delusions or not, he picked a time to be rather talkative. From my experience in doing articles, investigative ones to be specific." He adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat. "It usually means someone has an agenda," he stops for the moment, taking another sip of his drink. "and so far, he's been...riling us up."
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"Ah, sorry... Poor phrasing on my part," Takara admitted sheepishly, rubbing her neck. "I know nothing is really okay right now. But if we can get to something adjacent to okay, just vaguely in its vicinity... maybe that'll be good enough. It's clear this is a tough group of people, with all of us having made it this far; so let's keep hanging in there together, as best as we can." It wasn't a perfect solution, but she figured that the more they could support one another, the better. And even if anyone in the group were to scoff at her rather optimistic and idealistic sentiments, at least her little speech was a distraction. If they were thinking about how stupid she sounded, at least that meant they weren't occupying themselves with thoughts of their fears. That would be enough for her.
In any case, she was glad to see at least a couple of the others taking her advice. Eno's expression of gratitude was met with a humble wave of her hand, she shaking her head slightly. "There's no need to thank me. I know how it feels, how scary it can be when you start to slip," she assured. "These are just little things that've helped me when I've gotten those feelings, myself. I'm glad they helped you, too." Accompanying her words was a gentle smile, warm and fulfilling not unlike the sensation brought on by a good bout of sunbathing in the afternoon. She noticed Hagusa was blushing, appearing deep in thought, and she almost asked what was on his mind... but in the end, she felt that likely wasn't appropriate. If he wanted to share, he would; she'd leave it at that. Sometimes, digging too deeply into a fond memory simply made you regret that it was now long gone.
So she turned her attention back to the here and now, taking a moment to consider the discussion at hand. Part of her wanted to agree with Eno; it was one thing to own up to their delusions and to let them go, but if they kept digging further and further into them, there was high risk of falling back into their depths. It was apparent Clark himself was struggling, seeming to toe the line between who he was and who he thought himself to be. But on the other hand... she had thought the same; Elijah's outburst seemed almost too convenient. But if she went too far down that train of thought, Takara wasn't sure she'd ever come back. So she shrugged, trying to find a more logical and simplistic meaning to all of this than... that. The explanation that involved a fantastical world of heroes and villains, bearing all sorts of fantastical powers. "Maybe this is some sort of test," she suggested, taking a brief sip of her own drink. She tried to speak quietly enough that Elijah wouldn't hear. "We're all on the verge of graduating... maybe this is some sort of final hurdle, to make sure we won't crumble if a situation where our limits our tested ever arises down the line. And if we fail, our time here is extended." This definitely felt pretty fucked up for a test, but even so. It was better than the alternative.
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In any case, she was glad to see at least a couple of the others taking her advice. Eno's expression of gratitude was met with a humble wave of her hand, she shaking her head slightly. "There's no need to thank me. I know how it feels, how scary it can be when you start to slip," she assured. "These are just little things that've helped me when I've gotten those feelings, myself. I'm glad they helped you, too." Accompanying her words was a gentle smile, warm and fulfilling not unlike the sensation brought on by a good bout of sunbathing in the afternoon. She noticed Hagusa was blushing, appearing deep in thought, and she almost asked what was on his mind... but in the end, she felt that likely wasn't appropriate. If he wanted to share, he would; she'd leave it at that. Sometimes, digging too deeply into a fond memory simply made you regret that it was now long gone.
So she turned her attention back to the here and now, taking a moment to consider the discussion at hand. Part of her wanted to agree with Eno; it was one thing to own up to their delusions and to let them go, but if they kept digging further and further into them, there was high risk of falling back into their depths. It was apparent Clark himself was struggling, seeming to toe the line between who he was and who he thought himself to be. But on the other hand... she had thought the same; Elijah's outburst seemed almost too convenient. But if she went too far down that train of thought, Takara wasn't sure she'd ever come back. So she shrugged, trying to find a more logical and simplistic meaning to all of this than... that. The explanation that involved a fantastical world of heroes and villains, bearing all sorts of fantastical powers. "Maybe this is some sort of test," she suggested, taking a brief sip of her own drink. She tried to speak quietly enough that Elijah wouldn't hear. "We're all on the verge of graduating... maybe this is some sort of final hurdle, to make sure we won't crumble if a situation where our limits our tested ever arises down the line. And if we fail, our time here is extended." This definitely felt pretty fucked up for a test, but even so. It was better than the alternative.
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