Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} acatalyst) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
"I cannot be certain." He thanked the Lord above that the boy hadn't noticed the Y incision on his chest, and he mentally complimented Micah on a steady hand. Too often the proper care wasn't taken with the dead. He was in the middle of that thought when he realized his 'host,' as he was starting to think of this body, knew this boy. It explained much.
"I am a doctor, son. There is nothing I have not seen," he said reassuringly, and he completely doused the room in darkness, hoping Aaron would follow. He knew how to get back to Bellum Letale, and he knew Bellum Letale was home. And that was where he intended to go. It was dark out, a fact which he could see from this part of the hall, and he was thankful for that.
"Do you remember how you came to be here, Aaron?" he asked, leaning heavily on the cane as he began down the hall.