This may have been a mistake. It wasn't the needles or the treatments or anything like that. It had been pretty painless all things considered, although his legs were a little numb for some reason. But he wasn't so worried about that.

Ardin was in his comfort spot, on the floor in the corner of the room. It seemed that the other subjects that had gone through the experiment were gathered here too, and judging by their faces, their operations hadn't gone as smoothly as his did. Perhaps they shared his thoughts - signing up for a project to weaponize their worst fears was probably not the safest idea. At least, he hoped someone did.

Ardin tapped his fingers on his thighs impatiently. The numbness could've been a side effect from the treatment but it could've just been because he'd been sitting cross-legged for so long. Maybe he could've been on a chair, but he liked the floor. Being on the floor in an underground bunker made him feel better when he was nervous, and he was most certainly nervous right now. He wasn't sure what to think about the situation, but he didn't believe it would end well.

If he was right in his assumptions then the experiment had been to create a weapon. The world was at war, after all, and he was sure that this experiment was to help the war effort. Most things were these days. Using fear as a weapon was nothing new, but using it like this was something else. And that was what made him worried. Ardin eyed the other occupants of the room, a grab bag of strange people he didn't know. Perhaps it would be too early to make assumptions, but the aim of the experiment had apparently been to turn a weakness into a strength. And if that was the case, it wasn't unlikely to assume that the strength would be used. And if that was the case, it spelt trouble for Ardin.

He stopped staring suddenly, and pinched his eyes. If he had to admit it, he didn't really want to be here. He didn't like trouble and usually went out of his way to avoid it. But this wasn't something he wanted to do, but something he should be doing.
[i][color=gray]Anything is better than [/color][/i][color=gray]that[i].[/i][/color] He told himself.
He sighed quietly and sank back against the wall. Ardin was on the floor of the underground bunker, as low as he could be, but all the good that it did for him wasn't enough to keep down his anxiety.