Sleep, that thought did not seem to inviting to the other side within Kanra’s head. They had given him the name of Berserker, since well…he was a little less than stable. A smirk formed on his lips a bit. He was ment to head straight back to his room, and he doubted anyone would be to pleased if he did not. Pausing in the hall, he glanced up at one of the many security cameras. A smile growing on his lips. It was like a prison in here, all of them rats in this trap. He was not the one to want to sit still, especially when he was like this. The itch to do something was tugging at him a bit.
He took a breath, he should most likely let the good Kanra out to play, he was even remotely better than Berserker himself with people if they ran into a guard or something…they were already almost always walking on thin ice as it was already. The color slowly began to return to his eyes, as the original side slipped back into place. He glanced at his reflection within the picture on the wall, the frame allowing this for a moment. Don’t worry, we’ll have some fun soon enough…I get the feeling things are about to pick up around here. Berserker’s voice lingered within his head and he smiled a bit. Slowly, the two as one headed back to their room, plopping down on the bed.
He folded his arms behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling before them. It was an interesting night already, the events with the doctor, now Berserker’s feelings. He wondered if their little act had gotten to the higher ups yet. They would not be to pleased with Berserker’s little outburst, but that was the way he was. He would not risk it, unless absolutely necessary, he would not risk Kanra’s life so easily….but then again, he was known for pushing their body to it’s limits and beyond, so it was not certain what he was capable of. He smiled, closing his eyes, humming a lively tune a bit, he waited to see where the night would take him.