The pods seemed too clinical, sterilized to the point where Iroha’s stomach twisted into knots. The dim lighting surrounding the pods, the chromatic color scheme of the room, it was all too clean. She couldn’t find any traces of dust. Even the air was pristine, purified, covering the stench of rot and blood which had once covered their bodies.
Iroha tucked her knees to her chest as she waited by Emma’s pod. It was Saturday, so she spent time by Emma’s body. Yesterday had been Hajime’s day, and tomorrow would belong to Nikei. She wanted to spend equal time with them, and spending a day with one unconscious Void s