The darkness of the room was wonderfully encompassing. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of the civilization around him, but they were far enough away not to be a disturbance. As he let himself relax into the mattress, he tried to remember the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep. He was desperately tired and there was only so long a person could go without proper rest. Closing his eyes, he sighed in contentment. As he drifted into his slumber, a tiny part of him hoped he wouldn’t be rescued from the THRUSH cell until the morning.
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:53 pm (UTC)I deliberately kept it ambiguous, but I will admit that in my mind it is Illya.