The Hatchery was the perfect place to condition people to be the best weapons they can be -- reckless and destructive, giving their all until they're blown to bits and sent to the Hatchery yet again.

Meursault was no such exception -- very much to a fault. He had half a mind to know that he could spare at least a few minutes on self-care for his body, but he didn't want to. He was trained to be the best, and so he would be.

But with each passing hour on the mission he was sent on with you, he couldn't help but feel his resolve shatter just a little more.

It would be a long night, it seemed.

(requested by squid on character,ai!)