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Riddle ran his fingers through the water of the fountain located in the middle of the garden, staring into it as if it would take him to a new place. It would not, but it made him feel like it would. Riddle, when allowed, would go here to try and wash away all the memory of his cruel experiment sessions done to him.
It was peaceful here, though it still was very eerie, knowing that the garden was in this dark, scary place.
Another reason why Riddle came here was not only to visit the fountain, but to visit the roses. He enjoyed walking through the garden and looking at all the roses, he'd even try to paint some with the painting supplies in the gardening shed.
It was the one out of three things that reminded him of home, fully. It was his comfort. The other two being Trey, one of the subjects here and his childhood best friend; and Che'nya, while not here, also a childhood best friend.
It was peaceful here, though it still was very eerie, knowing that the garden was in this dark, scary place.
Another reason why Riddle came here was not only to visit the fountain, but to visit the roses. He enjoyed walking through the garden and looking at all the roses, he'd even try to paint some with the painting supplies in the gardening shed.
It was the one out of three things that reminded him of home, fully. It was his comfort. The other two being Trey, one of the subjects here and his childhood best friend; and Che'nya, while not here, also a childhood best friend.
The silver-haired being observed quietly, walking into the garden, he squinted a bit, his vision occasionally blurring, perhaps, his glasses weren't the right prescription? He couldn't tell, and he'd rather not 'bother' the doctors about it.
"As beautiful as this place is.. I don't like it. At all." He started, frowning as he avoided eye contact with the other. He was sure Riddle understood why.. What's the point of enjoying yourself if it's here of all places..?
"As beautiful as this place is.. I don't like it. At all." He started, frowning as he avoided eye contact with the other. He was sure Riddle understood why.. What's the point of enjoying yourself if it's here of all places..?
Riddle looked up at Azul, taking his hand out of the fountain water. "I agree, it's..a terrible place."
He then glanced back at the water and sighed, "However.."
He stood up and straightened his hospital robe, "If I'm to be stuck here, I'm going to try and find even the smallest amount of comfort and happiness, even if I have to fight to get it." He said, furrowing his brows.
He then glanced back at the water and sighed, "However.."
He stood up and straightened his hospital robe, "If I'm to be stuck here, I'm going to try and find even the smallest amount of comfort and happiness, even if I have to fight to get it." He said, furrowing his brows.
Azul quickly blinked a few times, shutting his right eye. "Well.. I can say that you have inspired me.. These glasses don't help my vision at all, and i'm gonna make sure that I at least get something that helps." He explained, looking around as he opened his eye again.
"Figured the least they could do is make sure I have decent vision, but I guess not..."
"Figured the least they could do is make sure I have decent vision, but I guess not..."
Riddle crossed his arms, "I'm not sure any of the staff members really care about us." He spat. "They want us as lab rats." Riddle muttered, tugging on his sleeves, which, underneath, his arms was covered in bruises and scars.
"That's a definite.." He responded, looking down at his paper-made scrubs. He shook his head as he crossed his arms. "I dont understand.. What's the point of all this suffering supposed to lead to?"
Riddle looked down, "That.. I'm not sure of. It seems only the staff knows what the point is."
He took a few steps away from the fountain, nearing a rose bush and then he looked at them closely. "There has to be a reason though.. But what?"
He took a few steps away from the fountain, nearing a rose bush and then he looked at them closely. "There has to be a reason though.. But what?"
Azul cupped his chin with his thumb and index finger in thought. "Hm, That gives me something to think about.." He mumbled. "It'd be best to gather the experiences of the other subjects here, then combine the context together."
Riddle put his hand gently underneath one of the roses, cradling it in his fingers. "I suppose that would be a good idea."
"Surely at least one of those subjects know something, important or not."
"Surely at least one of those subjects know something, important or not."
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