[Perhaps part of him keeps hoping that there's some kind of practical upshot of all of this, something that will make the impending forced discomfort worth it somehow. It's wildly naive of him and on some level he knows that even searching for the silver lining is ridiculous and doomed to waves of disappointment at best and outright crashing failure at worst. It's like looking forward to red jello day at Arkham. Not even strawberry flavour, just red.
Letting his head thump back against the pillow of the bed he's still not quite moved from yet, Oswald makes a low whining sound that he's very glad won't be picked up by text.]
What about pockets of resistance? Rebel factions? Corrupt LIES workers? There has to be something.
[If he sat with this a little longer, he would of course realise that if Ed and Riddler haven't found a way to exempt themselves yet, it really is as dire a situation as has been intimated.]
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Letting his head thump back against the pillow of the bed he's still not quite moved from yet, Oswald makes a low whining sound that he's very glad won't be picked up by text.]
What about pockets of resistance? Rebel factions? Corrupt LIES workers? There has to be something.
[If he sat with this a little longer, he would of course realise that if Ed and Riddler haven't found a way to exempt themselves yet, it really is as dire a situation as has been intimated.]