frankenstein complex ⇢ q.k | ✔

eight

The next morning, you were awake early again. You stared into the darkness, listening to Dejun's breathing. The distant sounds of two voices started getting closer, and you perked up at this. If some of the others were up, you'd be more than happy to join them, see if they needed any help getting breakfast together.

Just as you'd swung your legs over the side of your cot to stand, you heard the distinct sound of your name float in as it sounded like they had stopped right at the campfire. They were keeping their voices low, but it did little to help with the absolute silence all around. You paused, overwhelmed with curiosity.

"I asked Xiao last night, if he thinks Y/N will ever remember." The first voice was Kun, and you looked at the sleeping doctor in front of you curiously. You could only imagine this conversation happened before you walked into the captain's tent last night.

"Yeah?" It was Kunhang with him. "What'd he say?"

"He can't say for sure at this point, since he doesn't know what caused it."

"Useful."

"That's what I said."

"Part of me hopes she doesn't remember." Kunhang let out a bitter sigh with his words.

"What?" Kun responded, and you imagined that his face was as bewildered as yours was right now. Why wouldn't Kunhang want you to regain your memories?

"Dude, you saw where we found her."

"God, yeah. The sort of shit she probably saw."

"Or did. She's the only survivor. You don't exactly get through Hell by being sweet and virtuous."

Kun's voice was surprisingly harsh, "We don't know—"

"Hey, no judgment here. Who knows what she had to do to survive. I wouldn't want to remember that either."

"Her hands were clean when we found her."

"A bit too clean, don't you think?" A third voice had joined them now, Ten.

"Maybe she hid early, got out before the worst of it." Kun was still vehemently defending you.

"You think the same person who pulls people out of the way of falling ceiling chunks without thinking is a coward?"

"I'm saying we don't know anything."

"And I'm just saying something's not right about how Y/N ended up in there, Captain."

"Nothing here is right, Ten. This facility, the experiments, the Skippers, all of it."

"And you're letting the only person left who might be responsible for it walk around free."

"I wouldn't call being stuck with all of us 'free.'"

"But it's not exactly a prisoner's watch."

"Because she's not a prisoner. For all we know they could've been experimenting on her—"

"Or she's part of that vague They we keep referring to."

There was a moment of tense silence—or at least it sure felt strained to you from inside your tent, you had to imagine it was suffocating out there—before Kun spoke again. "We have no clue what was going on here, and no proof that she did anything. Until we know anything for certain, I'm not going to treat her like a criminal."

"I'm not saying you have to. Look, I like her too, she seems like a nice person, but maybe—"

A loud yawn came from your roommate's cot, and the conversation outside suddenly ceased. Dejun sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eye as he let out another forceful yawn.