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[ Hours after the Gravity Core activated, Lucrezia remembers to speak into the journal, sounding positively giddy. ]

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate!

[ And why not a chuckle after, as off as it may sound. She could as easily have said that in a language they can all understand, but why should she? This is a game and not all of them are playing yet.

Only don't expect prompt replies, or any, when there are so many interesting things to do than talk. ]

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No, they are going nowhere...

[ Not if their spines are stuck to the walls. She clings to his hand either way, even if she walks slightly behind him as they approach the clinic door. He's welcome to open that first if he wants to... ]

[This is likely going to be something he regrets, what with how obviously afraid Lucrezia is when she's clinging to his hand and how unsure he is about being able to protect her from what's beyond that door. -- Still, he doesn't pull away.

He opens the door, cautiously scanning every area as it comes into view, although the smell gets him before anything else. This ship...]

Let me know if you see anything. [His voice is lowered, but beyond that, his focus drifts to whatever is left in the room.]

[ Lucrezia knows to hold her breath when he opens the door, but she can't not breathe. As long as he is still in the room though, she takes the time to explore, picking up a metal bowl filled with eyeballs. Some of them are shredded. ]

You can see even without eyes...

[Spike focuses on getting supplies, careful not to let himself get distracted by things that may or may not exist. Although now he's content to take whatever he finds to somewhere that she feels safer in.

He remembers passing some clean rooms when he first got here.]

Do you want to try somewhere else?

Would you stay with me? Are you afraid?

[ She replaces that bowl as gently as she would a proper vase, turning over her shoulder to watch him first before walking closer to his side. ]

I tried to release someone from this place and was locked in that box for it.

[Spike lets out a heavy breath. At some point he'll have to come up with a plan.]

I'll stay until we find a better place. I lost track of a few people that I need to go looking for.

[He pulls out a box, examining the contents while unsure of exactly what he's trying to find. It's not like he's likely to find a box of bullets in a clinic.]

Locked by who? [It wasn't Joshua. Who else would do something like that?]

Stephanie.

[ She peers over him to look at the contents too, which reminds her, a scalpel in his hands might be put to better use than in hers. She crouches to the floor to slip a small one from between the ribbons holding up her stocking and offer it to him. ]

[Her answer surprises him, and he looks up as she places a scalpel in his hands.]

... I think everyone is a little on edge right now. [He accepts the offer though, tucking the scalpel in his inner jacket pocket.] I'll give this back later.

Make no excuses for her. [ She forces the words between her teeth, moving away now to rummage into some more boxes, which just seems like she is making a great mess, letting things fall here and there. ]

You need bandages.

[Spike could ask what happened, but he wisely keeps it to himself. He doesn't take offense to the mess either; he isn't planning on coming back here.]

It's just a few cuts. [He finds a bottle of some sort of medicine, and pockets it too.] I was mainly looking for you.

[ She finds a roll of bandages at last, though it is spotted with blood on one side, so she starts unrolling it to tear the dirty part away. ]

You found me. [ Now, bandage, she tries to fling the clean roll over his head, and likely fails... ]

[He could use some water to wash the blood around his neck off. The cuts aren't deep enough to be a problem, but they look worse under his collar.

He kneels to pick up the bandage.]

That should be enough. Thanks.

[ She tries to pick it up before him too, before standing back up to watch that gash with concern. ]

Should we stay here?

[Spike stops in the middle of fiddling with the roll, and gives the room another glance. Again, he sees the movement, and he stays fixated on one spot until it comes out.]

... No. I'll find somewhere else. [A smile.] I never liked clinics.

[ She follows his gaze too. Ghosts. Hers were more real. ]

I will go wherever you go.

[He wraps the roll around his neck, for now, just to keep it from showing. He'll clean it up properly when there's no one around to watch.]

You may regret that later on.

[ She tries a reassuring smile, holding out a hand for him to hold. ]

I might. I have later to do so.

[Spike and hand holding aren't usually things that go together, and he stares at her for an awkward span of time before he reaches for it. Of all he people who could be in this position, he's hardly the most equipped at putting an optimistic spin on this, which causes him to put more effort into faking it.]

I'm sure I can find somewhere more comfortable than a cabinet, anyway.

[ She rewards him with a wider smile once he takes her hand, no matter how uncanny that seems in a time like this. He can even jest still. ]

Even a cabinet should do if I have your company.

[The gesture feels more unnatural the longer he holds it, so he attempts to politely pull away. Who knows where his mind is at since over the past few days?]

I don't know if we'll find one big enough.