[Wataru wakes, but he doesn't know how long he's been here. Long enough for the bruises to have turned colors he's hardly seen before. Long enough that the blood on the bandages is dark. He looks himself over first, then looks around the room with a cautious, slow movement. He knows he's not alone and doesn't want to alarm the guard. Maybe they'll let him out. Maybe they're done with him. They're feeding him, so they do want him alive.
He can't remember the last time he ate, and as much as he'd like to attack that guard and try to flee again, he doesn't have the strength. So he moves over a little, opens the packaged food, and begins to eat. Small bites at first, testing the taste to see if it's laced with anything, and when nothing is easily evident, he proceeds to eat the whole thing, albeit slowly.]
...Thank you for the meal!
[A test, tossed to the guard. Wataru's throat hurts and he wonders why, so his voice comes out a bit faint. But he tries a smile, too.]
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He can't remember the last time he ate, and as much as he'd like to attack that guard and try to flee again, he doesn't have the strength. So he moves over a little, opens the packaged food, and begins to eat. Small bites at first, testing the taste to see if it's laced with anything, and when nothing is easily evident, he proceeds to eat the whole thing, albeit slowly.]
...Thank you for the meal!
[A test, tossed to the guard. Wataru's throat hurts and he wonders why, so his voice comes out a bit faint. But he tries a smile, too.]