The silence of the room and the darkness helped slightly, soon he shifted onto his back to get more comfortable. He thought about the meeting that would apparently be on his to do list the following day. If all of them reguarded him as that foolish agent had done, he would not work well with them at all. Beserker's thoughts and feelings melded with his own in a sense, which only succeeded in confusing him a bit more. He streatched his arms above his head, "nnn...If only right?" he mused to himself a bit. He slipped out of bed, the darkness of the room all around him. He knew where everything was, so he didn't bump into anything as he began to pace a bit and think. He hummed slightly as he moved, keeping in step with the rhythm.
It helped a bit of his spirits, but the sinking feeling within his stomach was still there. Why was it so hard for people to accept what they saw, to understand he was not psychotic...maybe a little....but was he any less of a person than any of these other beings who were locked up within this hell. He spun on his heel a bit and shrugged, moving to the door. There was no going out it at the moment, but he had little intrest in that. It was alright, he needed pay no mind to those who could not see or try to understand. They were going to get out of here, him and Berserker....to finally do something with themselves as well as get some needed information for...other tasks. The smile slowly formed upon his lips once more, morning was taking to long to come.