Seth is surprised at the short length of the interrogation. Based on the time he was kept here, he'd've thought this questioning would last a while. But the man's barely been here for a few minutes, and already he's leaving.
Hearing that he might not have to wait in here much longer is promising, but Seth stops himself from becoming too hopeful. He has plenty reason not to trust when he's told stuff like that. The fact it's treated in such a joking matter also doesn't necessarily do a lot to make him trust it.
He pockets the note again, since no one seems overly interested it (you would think if it was that secret, they'd take it from him), and continues to eat until it's all gone. Who knows when they'll deign to feed him again. He only drinks half the water, since their unwillingness to answer his questions when he knocks on the door means he's not actually sure he can count on getting a trip to the loo.
This time he spends a lot of time pacing. He wonders if it's a tactic, trying to break him down, or if they've simply forgotten about him. Neither would surprise him. And neither is anything he'd expect of Daniel, so presumably he's still out. The knowledge that he's going to be alright does a lot to fortify him, though. Though not nearly enough. This is a different Daniel, one who doesn't know him. One who's killed dozen of people in one day. Seth can hardly rely on him to be exactly the same. He's not even sure he wants him to be, because that would mean the Daniel he knows has also done these things. Not unthinkable but... tough to swallow.
Several hours later of pacing, sitting down and getting up in various places in the room, of trying to sort of everything in his head and mostly just falling back into the same self-destructive patterns of thought, Seth has ended up asleep, curled up on the floor near the corner. Pure exhaustion won out against anxiety in the end, though it's by no means a deep or calm sleep.
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Hearing that he might not have to wait in here much longer is promising, but Seth stops himself from becoming too hopeful. He has plenty reason not to trust when he's told stuff like that. The fact it's treated in such a joking matter also doesn't necessarily do a lot to make him trust it.
He pockets the note again, since no one seems overly interested it (you would think if it was that secret, they'd take it from him), and continues to eat until it's all gone. Who knows when they'll deign to feed him again. He only drinks half the water, since their unwillingness to answer his questions when he knocks on the door means he's not actually sure he can count on getting a trip to the loo.
This time he spends a lot of time pacing. He wonders if it's a tactic, trying to break him down, or if they've simply forgotten about him. Neither would surprise him. And neither is anything he'd expect of Daniel, so presumably he's still out. The knowledge that he's going to be alright does a lot to fortify him, though. Though not nearly enough. This is a different Daniel, one who doesn't know him. One who's killed dozen of people in one day. Seth can hardly rely on him to be exactly the same. He's not even sure he wants him to be, because that would mean the Daniel he knows has also done these things. Not unthinkable but... tough to swallow.
Several hours later of pacing, sitting down and getting up in various places in the room, of trying to sort of everything in his head and mostly just falling back into the same self-destructive patterns of thought, Seth has ended up asleep, curled up on the floor near the corner. Pure exhaustion won out against anxiety in the end, though it's by no means a deep or calm sleep.