( this isn't the first time yuuta has been incomprehensibly detained. in comparison to the cramped cell he had been kept in while awaiting his secret execution, the accommodations and amenities they've been given here in the dungeons have been downright considerate! but even if their conditions could be considerably worse, their position is still tenuous. he hasn't heard any rumors about what might be done with the "failures" that had been sent to the dungeons. he can't imagine this was meant to be permanent...
it's hard to tell, but he has to think the hour is late. the stone corridor studded with its iron cells and their occupants are largely silent, and yuuta is reclining in his bunk, arms crossed behind his head. he isn't sleeping, but his eyes are closed; he thinks, he listens. this is probably why he's able to pick up on nier's footsteps, even as quiet as he was being — with the guards on patrol elsewhere and most everyone else silent or sleeping, he had just barely managed to hear them.
he sits up and hails him, though he tries to keep his voice hushed. )
A threat? ( this seems to be the first yuuta has heard of this particular; he seems surprised. it eases into worn understanding, however, and he smiles — for him, this is certainly not the first time he had been locked away for such a reason. )
They might be right, you know.
( he doesn't really feel the need to plead his innocence. he's not even sure if he is perfectly innocent in that. but he's happy for a new face, and he's happier for the possibility of information from the surface. )
Hm? ( he watches the stranger's hands, one eyebrow raising. he hesitates for one moment, then he follows suit, iron clinking as he extends a shackled hand, palm-up, toward the gaps in the bars. )
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it's hard to tell, but he has to think the hour is late. the stone corridor studded with its iron cells and their occupants are largely silent, and yuuta is reclining in his bunk, arms crossed behind his head. he isn't sleeping, but his eyes are closed; he thinks, he listens. this is probably why he's able to pick up on nier's footsteps, even as quiet as he was being — with the guards on patrol elsewhere and most everyone else silent or sleeping, he had just barely managed to hear them.
he sits up and hails him, though he tries to keep his voice hushed. )
A threat? ( this seems to be the first yuuta has heard of this particular; he seems surprised. it eases into worn understanding, however, and he smiles — for him, this is certainly not the first time he had been locked away for such a reason. )
They might be right, you know.
( he doesn't really feel the need to plead his innocence. he's not even sure if he is perfectly innocent in that. but he's happy for a new face, and he's happier for the possibility of information from the surface. )
Hm? ( he watches the stranger's hands, one eyebrow raising. he hesitates for one moment, then he follows suit, iron clinking as he extends a shackled hand, palm-up, toward the gaps in the bars. )