Henry sighed, pressing his badge-key into the lock of the cell marked 'Wynged'. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Miss Vytanni, I-I know you don't like to be here, but I need information before they'll let you go."
The blue winged girl shot him a defiant look, but kept silent. The doctor let out another sigh, clenching his pen tighter.
"Miss... Please... I-I'm in danger as well if you don't talk. I just need the last informative components for the compound, then I will make sure they free you."
The Wynged stayed silent, crossing her arms over her chest and pulling her wings back. A gesture Henry had come to find out meant pride or authority. The doctor felt panic begin to take hold of his mind, and he clutched the papers in desperation to keep his composure.
"Vytanni, if you don't talk they will move on to more painful methods to get you to... please miss... Please reconsider!"
The headmistress held her head high, her gaze firm.
"I will not give you information on my kind."
Henry's heart sank, but he felt a small foreign strand of relief from Hyde.
Let her be.
The doctor nodded, before slipping out of the cell. Clutching the blank papers in fear of what would happen.
Just try without the info... see what happens.
Henry's shoulders sank. It wasn't like he had to much of a choice. He had to have a result ready for Zaul by the end of the next rotation, and he had to hurry. He re-entered the lab and began to go through the formula again, mixing the components he had theorized. He slipped into a quiet rhythm, fighting to keep himself calm enough to continue without error. He added the feather to the mix, letting the compound dissolve it before reaching for the last ingredient.
His hand hesitated over the glowing green rock. Everything in his soul was repulsed by the substance, even Hyde hated the stuff. His gaze flicked to the formula, then back to the Ore. The last time he had used the Ore, the mixture had been so corrosive it had eaten away it's container, then five feet of flooring in addition. He pulled his hand back, taking a deep breath in anxiousness. If he didn't use the Ore, what would he use for the binding agent?
Henry frowned, turning to the mirror and facing his alter.
The black-haired being crossed his arms on the opposite side of the refection.
Use Aether instead.
Henry blinks. He hadn't thought of that before. He reached beneath his vest, slipping his hidden Aethermeter from it's hiding spot. He felt a tremor of comfort as he held it, it had been so long since he had had it in his grasp. He walked over to the formula, taping the front of the meter to release the purple mist into the formula, turning it a rich golden color. He smiled.
Now to wait on Zaul.