Sephiroth: I don’t think I was given any in the first place… *lies back down on his bed, rubbing the back of his head. He quietly whimpers to himself, not liking either the foreign feeling that the implants are giving him, nor the current pain associated with it*
Doctor: *glances up at Noemi from his workstation* I just bandaged up his head not long ago. *sighs and leaves his workstation again to tend to the boy*
Technician: I have a few ideas in mind… *begins working at his station* I shall keep you informed if any of his vitals become critical. *pauses, squinting at the screen* Ah, nevermind. It’s already being taken care of.
Moetua’mee: *folds her arms, seeming rather impatient* I don’t think this is a good idea at all, but fine. *removes Hojo’s mask, yanking it off his face in an aggressive manner*
Hojo: *glares at Kerash* You are a sight for sore eyes. Why the hell have you brought me here?