I pressed my lips into a straight line.
I had thought I hadnât shown it enough for even myself to notice.
But I couldnât bring myself to avoid that sharp green gaze.
I quietly slipped both hands, which had been outside the blanket, back under it.
â...Itâll get better with time.â
Just like how I can more or less look in the mirror now.
âPlease give me a little more time.â
â...You really donât want to try counseling~?â
When I admitted it without resistance, the seniorâs voice softened.
I gave a bitter smile.
âIf I have time, Iâll try.â
âThatâs you saying you wonât go.â
Ska said.
âYou and Jonathan always answer like that. And then neither of you ever actually goes. Rick. While youâre at it, take the junior by the hand and go get counseling together.â
âIâm not that bad.... He canât even hold someoneâs hand right now~?â
âIs it because of the rampage?â
Ska asked, sitting on the hospital bed.
Ricardo is the same when it comes to not letting you run away.
I let out a dry laugh and turned my head toward him.
âIt seems like thatâs part of it.â
âNo oneâs scared of you, so stop digging your own grave.... It ended well~.â
âIâm glad it ended well.â
âSo why do you hate physical contact?â
Isnât it obvious.
I was afraid I might accidentally absorb someone. I knew perfectly well that it was an irrational fear. But the fear itself wasnât something I could control.
The fact that I had attacked my seniors while out of my mind hit me like a dull blow.
Until Yun told me about it, I was too overwhelmed to even grasp what had happened.
Once I actually recognized the situation, everything came crashing down at once.
But I didnât want to explain all of that in detail, so I just answered awkwardly.
âIt was a shocking experience. Probably one of those trauma responses. If I rest a bit, itâll get better. Iâve had strange habits develop before, and they went away with time.â
âWhat kind....â
âItâs a secret.â
For a moment, it looked like a blue vein bulged at Ricardoâs temple.
But I didnât bother to confirm it. Instead, I quickly changed the subject, asking how everyone had been doing since the mission ended and what the atmosphere at headquarters was like.
Ska laughed and replied, âHow would I know.â
Ricardo didnât say anything about headquarters.
But he also didnât dig any deeper into my strange reactions. He looked down at me and let out a heavy breath.
âWhen are you going to see your subordinatesâ faces....â
This man really has a talent for poking exactly where it hurts.
I shifted my gaze to the corner of the hospital room.
âI donât know.â
Once my condition improves a bit more....
â...Is Jack still down there doing that?â
âHe said to let him know once you get better~.â
So they talked.
I snapped my head around, and Ricardo snorted.
âHe said heâd contact you by phone then....â
I reached straight for my phone.
Iâd eaten lunch already. I had the right to look at my phone now.
But it was snatched away.
Ricardo grabbed it.
âRick!â
Itâs not like looking at my phone for a bit would make my condition worse. Why is everyone like this?
âGive it back, please!â
âYouâre not going to tell me what the pattern is, are you....â
Why would I tell you that.
It wasnât like I was doing anything in particular, but I had still properly locked it. There were conversations with my subordinates and with Elders on thereâI couldnât just show my phone to anyone.
I held out my palm, making it clear I wanted it back.
Ricardo let out another heavy sigh, then placed the phone next to Skaâs bed.
âNo....â
âBlack still hasnât contacted you~. If he does, Iâll tell you right away, so look at it then....â
And he really didnât hand it over.
In the end, I couldnât check my phone that day either.
***
Day after day devoted solely to recovery.
Sleeping, taking medicine, then sleeping againâwhile I was spending my time like that, Leeho came to visit me.
Heâd been hospitalized briefly himself, but fortunately he had fully recovered and been discharged.
Apparently, he was receiving counseling for mild PTSD symptoms.
The causes of his PTSD were complex. First, the shock from the combat and the kidnapping, and second, the things he experienced while being held captive.
I rubbed my fingers along my jawline as I listened to Leehoâs story.
âI donât remember the details very well.â
The man, dark circles heavy under his eyes even today, rolled the cap of his drink back and forth in his hand.
âTorture wasnât the goal. Most of the time they put us to sleep and did something. When I woke up, parts of my body had turned ashen. Luckily, only my upper arm changed, so it doesnât interfere with movement. I still donât know what they did. It felt like they didnât want us to see it.â
What are they doing?
Theyâre definitely trying something. Kidnapping Shu feels like itâs part of the same line of thought.
The problem is, we donât even have a clue what theyâre trying.
Leeho and the other Badgers who had been kidnapped all underwent full examinations, but nothing abnormal was found beyond calcification.
Since thereâs no chance of winning through conventional warfare, theyâll try to exploit a blind spotâthrough magic or something else. Like the teleportation array seeds scattered throughout the Core.
Those who were kidnapped couldnât remember the calcification process.
Sedatives had been used, and as if that wasnât enough, their memories had also been erased with magic.
That doesnât mean the seniors remembered none of the violence they endured there.
The Badgers tried to escape. They resisted.
They wouldnât have held back.
Black Badgers were trained to fight Creatures, but they didnât know how to respond to violence wielded by humansâor other species that looked humanâdriven by malice.
âIâm sorry. I should have gone out to the negotiation site earlier.â
âOh, come on.â
Leeho shoved both hands into his pockets and leaned his upper body back against the chair.
âIf even one person hadnât come back, I wouldâve written a resignation letter. Said I wasnât cut out for the job and quit.â
â...Senior.â
âWhen we resisted, we got beaten. But when we didnât, they just shoved us into a corner. Sometimes theyâd call us out for something, then weâd come back after sleeping deeply. Stuff like that.â
He seemed to be fiddling with the bottle cap inside his pocket.
The sound of it crumpling and smoothing out repeated over and over.
Anxiety embedded in a compulsive noise.
Leeho looked at me with dark eyes.
âSo what did they do to you?â
I was startled by the question, thrown at me without preamble.
âWhat did they do to you after dragging you off that you still canât get discharged?â
I saw the guilt and fear reflected in my seniorâs eyes and gave a bitter smile.
He might speak roughly, but heâs a genuinely good person.
He must know that if certain conditions hadnât aligned, I never wouldâve gone to the negotiation site in the first place. And yet, knowing that, he still felt a heavy sense of guilt toward me.
âItâs because I developed sepsis. You know my recovery is slower than that of a typical Badger.â
â...They talked about you sometimes.â
The senior stared at the hospital room floor.
âEven if I âȘ NĐŸvĐ”lŃgÒ»t âȘ (Official version) wanted to tell them not to listen, they tore us apart so often there wasnât time to pass messages. And I was one of the ones called out the least. The others got called out, had long talks with the enemy, brought back food to distribute, brought clothes. I never got the chance to see all the squad members who were kidnapped.â
âYou were trained, Senior.â
I could tell instantly as well. Those who had received training for situations like this, and those who hadnât. Those properly trained, and those who werenât.
When you lose your freedom and everything is decided under the enemyâs mercy, a person becomes frighteningly vulnerable.
It was completely different from facing monstrous life-forms that couldnât speak.
Most of them probably had never even faced humanoid enemies before.
A lot of people must have broken.
They would have accepted the enemyâs words and turned me into the target of their hatred and anger.
Because that was the only way they could endure it.
âIâm sorry. Instead of treating you like a lifesaver....â
âThey werenât trained, and they didnât know me. Itâs understandable. And the enemy is an expert in that field.â
âTell Jack that too.â
Ah.
âHis real name is Kairos, right?â
For the first time, I wiped the smile from my face.
I hadnât known heâd told that story too.
It was fortunate that Kairos had a certain level of public recognition. As a prominent figure in Center Core, they wouldnât be able to touch him easily.
âSo you talked about Kairos too.â
âHuh? You didnât expect that? I thought that was why you were keeping your distance from him.â
Leehoâs words stabbed sharply into my chest.
I couldnât hold back and dragged a hand down my face.
â...Is he still killing time in the hospital lobby?â
âFor today at least, yeah.â
That bastard only ever refuses to listen in the weirdest places.
The unease Iâd forgotten about came rushing back.
Iâd basically had him sitting in the ward lobby for almost a week now. If you count the days when I wasnât fully conscious, it was close to ten.
Everyone who came to visit kept forbidding me from looking at my phone, so I hadnât even been able to contact him.
As if losing my sixth sense wasnât enoughânow my phone too.
âYou were tortured.â
Leehoâs voice snapped me back to myself.
âThatâs why you donât want to see your subordinatesâ faces. Because something was done to you.â
I gave yet another bitter smile.
âFor various reasons.... Ah, actually, I was just about to message someone. Could you hand me the phone over there?â
Please.
I asked casually, then carefully managed my expression.
I hoped it looked no different from asking him to pass me a bottle of waterâlike it wasnât a big deal.
Leeho narrowed his eyes.
A sharp, dissecting gaze.
It felt like heâd noticed something, but thankfully, he didnât show it.
Good thing Ska was discharged yesterday.
Leeho handed me the phone.
âDonât take too long.â
âThank you!â
Iâll use the phone after he leaves.
I smiled as I took it.
***
I couldnât.
Jonathan showed up right after.
While Jonathan and the one whoâd switched shifts with himâKalâwere away from their posts, I turned on the phone Iâd carefully hidden.
And nearly dropped it.
[Yun: Oh? You finally turned it on?]
âUgh!â
A message that popped up the moment I powered it on.
I let out a small scream and jolted.
Thunk!
âYou insane bastard....â
I barely managed to catch the phone as it traced a parabolic arc through the air.
I almost smashed the screen.
âWhatâs so wrong about me checking my own phone....â
Yun couldnât hear me, of course.
I muttered anyway, feeling irrationally guilty, then swiped Yunâs message off the top.
I wondered how it had managed to be at the very top with such perfect timingâbut decided not to dwell on it.
Kal would be back soon. I didnât have time. I needed to check the piled-up messages.
I hurried into the inbox.
It was overflowing.
[Igor: Donât get worked up for no reason. Call when you feel like it. Youâre not going anywhere, and we know youâre alive and fineâwhatâs there not to wait for.]
[Rose: If thereâs anything you need me to do, let me know right away! Iâve already gone home. Please focus only on your recovery, Captain! And if you feel like downing more Fire Dragon liquor, contact me anytimeâĄ]
[Deltei: Igor, you bastard]
[Rose: I affirm everything about you, CaptainâĄ]
[Deltei: Hilde! She keeps making me exercise!]
[Rose: Please donât worry about people like us and continue forward in the direction you believe you should take...âĄ]
[Yoow: Delete all messages that come from unsaved numbers.]
[Daeja: Sorry I couldnât come by in personâIâve been busy. Donât read messages from unknown numbers. Focus only on your recovery. If anything happens, contact me immediately.]
[Ami: (video of a lamb hopping around) It looks like you.]
[Tom: Hilde. I heard you were injured on a mission. Contact me once youâve recovered. Ignore Heshâs messages.]
[Hesh: Iâll clear up all the misunderstandings, so donât worry and just rest up before coming back!]
[(Anonymous): You disgusting Creature bastard.]
[(Anonymous): Hey, donât you have any shame? If youâre a Creature, you shouldâve avoided this place altogether instead of getting involved. How dare you even get a job here? Iâm speechless at your audacity. I guess this looks cool to you people? Some kind of chosen-people complex? Do you get off on helping a primitive species?]
[(Anonymous): This is a Creatureâs number. This is a Creatureâs number.]
[Kalak, Senior: Iâm taking them out one by one, so stay put.]
Taking out what?
I blinked at the first message Iâd ever received from Sophia.
It canât be about the Badgers, right?
I moved my finger and replied: What are you taking out, Senior?
There was no response. I didnât dwell on it and kept scrolling through the messages.
So thatâs why they kept stopping me from checking my phone.
But contrary to the seniorsâ worries, none of this affected me at all. Insults from people Iâd never met had no impact on me.
If anything, reading messages from people I hadnât been able to see made me feel a little warmer.
Being able to get in touch eased my mind.
Especially reading my subordinatesâ messagesâit made it much easier to breatheâ
[Kai: Hilde.]
A new message alert popped up.
I froze stiff in place.
A message that came flying in as if heâd been watching me.
[Kai: After the leaf veins were damaged, when Noyaâs condition worsened badly enough, she would sometimes cause emotional transference unintentionally.]
The name of the Fire Dragon that had died engulfed in flames was written in the message.
It was the first time since arriving on Earth that Kairos had brought up his familiar.
[Kai: Only when her condition was so bad she could barely hold herself together. You know what Iâm getting at.]
I think I do.
I even prayed that was the case....
Still, it would be better to hear it directly.
Thatâs what heâd want too.
And Iâd be discharged soon anyway.
â...I have to face it.â
I set the phone down.
I bent forward and buried my face in both hands, then muttered to myself.
âI wonât run away. Iâll try my best, Master.â
I called someone I hadnât called that way since coming to Earth.
Thinking of the person who taught me the importance of having the courage to face problems head-on.
I spent a long while gathering my courage as I recalled his memory.
***
Someone began pounding on the hospital room door hard enough to break it.
An urgent, rough knock, completely unlike usual.
It might leave a dent in the door.
âCalm down.â
Smiling, I pushed myself upright.
âDonât break the doorâjust come in.â
Clatter!
The door flew open before Iâd even finished speaking.
Eyes shaking wildly, unlike usual.
Vivid orange eyes.
âHilde.â
The owner of those eyes called my name desperately.
I met his gaze and gave a bitter smile.
âKairos.â