{ ` junki know he's there. he's just as aware of this fact as the other is aware of him, walking down the hallways as if he'd never departed. it's with thinly pursed lips that he pushes the office door open } i take it you're aware of our current situation. { ` it's presumptuous, perhaps, but a large part of him holds anger against his friend; a cover for illogical, tormenting pain }
(` the telepath stares mindlessly at the papers in his hands, reports of the occurrences during his leave that were supposed to be read, evaluated -- none that he can wholly focus on with the recent developments; junki can hear their pain, their pleas--if anything he wanted nothing more than to burst in there, but he was smarter than that. everything has to be done right. accordingly. there will be no chance of failure -- of anyone else getting hurt. ) "yes." (` he takes a moment to gather himself before meeting his old friend's eyes, narrowing slightly at the atrocious choice of headgear -- but perhaps even that is a blessing in disguise, he has already seen enough from sen's expression alone ) "those kids won't be able to survive if they stay there for any longer, sen." (` it's obvious, but perhaps sometimes the obvious needs to be pointed out in order to shine focus on the real issue here )












