104 Processing...

'What's the point of today?' Regan pondered. This question began her long questions she only brought to herself in the tub and most of them were left unanswered. Today she felt a certain guilt when she asked the first question, powered by the immense need to stop beating around the bush. 

She then sunk underneath the tub to wash off the foam on her body. 'I'm tired.' That was always her second thought while she laid in the tub. Soon the third thought rushed in but she left the need to go off her scheduled morning prep talk. 'What is fusion?' she thought, flinching when she realized what she had thought. Soon thoughts related to them flooded in, setting her in a mood she didn't like. 

There was a reason why she was so organized, even in her thoughts. She needed to get some questions out of the way before the day started to prepare her mind for whatever the blank walls held. On days that she didn't follow this order she would end up in spiral of thoughts that led her further down to the consciousness she wished she never uncovered. Order was her comfort, consistency was her safe haven and the grey walls reminded her of her limits. She liked that. But them…

Her eyes snap open when Antonin's face runs through her mind. He had knocked her off her balance. The one calm and consistent thing she had found in this hell she now called her life was ruined by bright smiles and a switch in personalities and as much as she wanted to throw him away like a used toy, she wanted to delve into those clear eyes of his and wrap him around her fingers. She was becoming more and more like the person she complained about and hadn't realized it yet. 

"Fusion?" Regan muttered, running her hand through her hair. "Interesting."

She sat up in her tub and once again, picked up the floating sponge and rubbed it against her skin. 'I could think about it myself… or I could pry it out of him,' she thought to herself despite already knowing the answer she was going to pick. 

'And him…' Regan wondered, splashing her face with water. Vixen's cold eyes flashed into her mind, staring back at her. The only thing she felt was envy when she closed her eyes and imagined staring into his iolite eyes. A deep seethed seed of anger planted directly under her memory yet she didn't hate him. In fact she felt no certain way to categorize where he would be. She couldn't hate him neither could she like him, he just hung on that thin line of like and hate. She couldn't decide if she liked that either. She couldn't decide anything.

When her mind would spiral, she would look over to him, in the same pose he was in 5 minutes before and the day before and the day before that. If there was one thing she could 'miss' about him, it would be that sense of stability he gave her. 

Despite that, she had a bone to pick with him. Maybe it was because of the way their last conversation ended, but she needed to see him and fix things. There were questions she needed to ask and answers she needed to get and little Mr. Two-faced will not bring her those answers. 

Regan looked up at the clock that had started counting down her minutes in the tub from the minute the water had shut off. A mere 5 minutes had passed, she wanted to leave already. 

'Use him.' The idea was so random but so correct, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it sooner. 'He's obviously a fan of Vixen's meaning if I want to get anywhere near bringing him back.. I need to use Antonin,' Regan smiled. One good thing had finally come out of her spiraling thoughts. 'But how?'

Quickly, Regan washed the other parts of her body and took one last whiff of the soap before pressing the button again. A beep followed, meaning to ask if she wanted to continue as she had only spent a third of her total time in the bath. She pressed the button again and the water in the tub began to drain, followed by a click and a short shower from the shower head above the tub rinsed her body before turning off.

Regan smiled a bit and stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel hanging on a rod on the wall and wrapped it against her body. Sometimes she wondered how much this place cost with all that was going on in it. It was more like a luxury home for the deranged than an asylum with all the expensive things in it, it scared her how much thought went into every detail, it made her more curious about who was in charge of this place. 

'I'm going to need t- wait. Should I ask now or wait till' I get close to him?' Regan muttered, 'He seems like a talkative person.. He might start to close off a bit if I ask after getting to know him better… but then again he's bound to close off if I keep asking while we have no relationship or friendship between us. It'll make him feel like an information boy… even though he is.'